| You’re dying inside
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| Every heartbeat closer to the last
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| Immortality, a fallacy
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| A perverted pipe dream of the past
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| The tomb, it needs
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| It’s hunger, an unforgiving force
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| Your blown mind reels in torture
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| True doom locked on it’s course
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| Your blood it flows in torment
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| A testament to weakness
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| Your death-day clock is ticking
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| You’ll surrender to your creatures
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| The tomb, it needs
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| It’s hunger, an unforgiving force
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| Your blown mind reels in torture
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| True doom locked on it’s course
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| Your graveyard eyes unseeing
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| Your mind drowns in the crypt
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| Construction of the perfect beast
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| Your senses have been stripped
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| Look over your shoulder
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| Damnation’s waiting there
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| Your run slows to a crawl
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| The casket calls to your despair
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| Abyssal hopelessness
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| Down on bloody knees
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| There’s madness in your soul
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| A swarming of disease
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| Cemetery visions
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| Eyes peeled red and open
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| Curled up in a coffin
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| Mind and soul are broken
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| The tomb, it needs
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| It’s hunger, an unforgiving force
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| Your blown mind reels in torture
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| True doom locked on it’s course
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| Merging with the void
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| While uncloaked by total doom
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| Feel the reaper’s breath
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| As you slip inside the tomb
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| Wake up dead and mourning
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| With a knife tight in your fist
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| Thank the blood red skies
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| For with death you have been kissed |