| Worship death — Insult the ways of joy
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| Like a covenant to curse all that is life
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| Annihilation of the pure at soul
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| Upheaval of the sick at heart
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| Sliding down beneath the shadows of these times
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| A vortex to be explored with full force
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| Destroy the body and stain the inner self
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| Bleed for me and give yourself to this horror
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| The wrong side of existence
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| A path to pursue with no hesitation
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| Like industries of hell changing within
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| Fire to burn all flesh and to rveal your rotten will
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| To wander soullss
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| Through empty days and cold neon lights
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| When tragedies strike hard
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| At the core of wellness
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| Embrace the atmosphere of loss and decay
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| To feed on nothingness with a blackened gaze
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| Blessed impurity to fill yourself when the pain is thick
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| Long lost are the cries that went unheard
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| Reborn into the absolute will to do harm
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| The enemy within me was killed on some cold day
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| Upheaval of the ill will
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| I stabbed the ghost of mercy dead
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| And kept myself warm into my own skin coat
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| Reversed catharsis
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| I sold my soul — I’m free from what once was
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| I sold my soul — I’m free from what once was |