| Dead harlots come closer now!
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| Give your flesh to me
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| I’ll drink from your disease-filled cunts
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| These ketamine nightmares and frozen crack cocaine eyes
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| Are all great friends of mine
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| (but nothing burns as bright as this)
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| Darkness closing fast, on this puppet made to hang
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| Pitch black tunnel opens wide, grins with sharpened teeth
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| You don’t know what I am
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| Peel the plastic skin to reveal the putrid mess beneath
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| Deeper into nothing, a futile endless game
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| The twisted scent of treason, fingers spark — synthetic flame
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| The final consequence
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| Of this failure to connect
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| We offer up our souls, at the altar of the night
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| Rotting piece by piece
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| The worm is bursting at the seams
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| In the cold grip of your warm flesh, finally revealed
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| In powders, pills, ungodly juices — oblivion incarnate
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| A serpent in the shadows — aching for release
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| And as the veil does fall
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| A violent retreat
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| Deeper into you, into the nothing
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| The final consequence
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| Of this failure to connect
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| We offer up our souls, at the altar of the night
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| This is the end of suffering
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| This is the end of all dreams
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| We offer up souls, at the altar of the night |