| Never there will be a new dawn
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| As you forecast your own fate
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| Your glorious act in life
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| This tragedy draws to a come
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| Gore to banish fear!
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| Internal malfunction as the entrails falls out
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| Derived from the malignant coagulation
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| Rope to tie, time to die
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| Face your god, we taste your blood
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| Choking convulsion as you gasp life away out
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| Hanging tight as you consume your ultimate fame
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| Rope to tie, your final lie
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| Due to rot, is this all you got?
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| Gore to banish fear!
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| /i When you — feel the tragic urge
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| Close to — insanity to emerge
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| Clouded — not to think straight
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| Driven to — suffocation
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| Hate to all fake, cause you’re to blame
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| Sick awareness to purify
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| Tormentor of squashed diseased brains
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| Attracting flies to infected lobs
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| A silent reminder by your epitaph
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| New sunrise in the afterlife
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| If there will be one
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| Enclosure of the body and mind
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| Gore to banish fear!
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| /i When you — feel the tragic urge
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| Close to — insanity to emerge
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| Clouded — not to think straight
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| Driven to — suffocation
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| Gore to banish fear! |