| A violent death to set me free
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| No last prayer, no elegy. |
| A violent life to a violent death. |
| In the end they
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| will bury me in an unmarked grave
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| My salted bones won’t be burning alone, lay me to rest in the pit with a legion.
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| Beneath the earth, in harmony, our bodies give way to the rotting symphony
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| My cries fall silent as I exhale my dying breath, a looming shadow of illness
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| falls across my flailing chest
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| Suffer silent? |
| Kill it softly? |
| I abandon inhibition, body writhing;
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| violent ending. |
| Show no mercy, drenched in gasoline. |
| Are you dead yet?
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| «Everything is up in flames, the stench of flesh filling my lungs,
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| my charred skin tearing.»
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| Burning, it’s all burning. |
| Vessel, tell me, how much more can you take?
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| I remain, merely as an example of God’s mistakes
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| Burning, it’s all burning. |
| Vessel, tell me, did you wish for this?
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| Inhaling sulphur and exhaling ash, I open my eyes just to see debris at my
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| feet, it’s all that I have
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| Ten years of suffering, my departure was imminent right from the start.
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| Ten years of suffering, digging this knife in my back, manipulating me
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| No last prayer, no elegy. |
| A violent life to a violent death. |
| In the end they
|
| will bury me in an unmarked grave
|
| My salted bones won’t be burning alone, lay me to rest in the pit with a legion.
|
| Beneath the earth, in harmony, our bodies give way to the rotting symphony
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| A slow disease, festering, feeding on all my once great aspirations.
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| Drained of life, drained of love, fueled by a fire burning in my skull
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| A violent death to set me free. |
| No last prayer, no elegy. |
| A violent life to a
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| violent death. |
| In the end they will bury me, bury me
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| Dig. |
| Dig. |
| Dig. |
| Dig
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| My rotting vessel will carry me, it will carry me to an unmarked grave |