| Internal pain it’s ammunition
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| This sickness starts a war within us
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| The venom burrows in our veins
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| Humankind’s everlasting shadow
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| Under the scalpel
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| We’re all submissive to mother nature
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| Precise incisions exposes our weakness
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| So broken down, a torture victim
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| Confined in chains and force fed for more
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| The skin it blisters, revealing flesh
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| A hairless dog without a future
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| Under the scalpel
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| We’re all submissive to mother nature
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| Precise incisions exposes our weakness
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| Exposed Mutation
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| They disembowel and cut it away (yet it returns)
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| They disembowel and cut it away (yet it returns)
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| They disembowel and cut it away (yet it returns)
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| And endless circle of anguish and pain
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| There are no choices given
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| You’re demiseis crafted by your master
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| Either you suffer slowly, or die with us
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| On the surgical table, or on the altar of god
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| This you can’t deny; |
| we all gotta die
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| Lead: Død
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| You can’t escape natures a__assination
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| She strikes relentlessly in the dark
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| To inflict her righteous pestilence
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| Lead: Død
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| Cheating death with our twisted evolution
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| Our efforts so futile, in the end
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| All we are is fragile sacks of flesh
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| Exposed mutation
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| One last desperate fight |