| This pain so inconceivable, the amount of blood
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| On the floor is unbelievable
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| Destined to die
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| I play the game of hope while my intestines
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| Swing like jump rope
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| Splashing the plasma, circling vultures inhaling miasma
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| Forget the life I hated, shan’t be resuscitated
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| Inflated and bloating pieces in pools of disease and floating
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| This sea of muck like standing water
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| Waiting for my slaughter
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| Putrescence now suffocating the last breath of life I’m hating
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| Life is a nightmare
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| I live a lifemare
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| Begging for mercy
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| Do not resuscitate
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| The piles are steaming, the floor beneath
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| My feet apparently is bleeding
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| My wounds still seeping
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| Blood on flesh undressed, possessed
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| Having sex with the excess
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| My temple stuck to the floor, at one with the gore
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| This desire, inherent, suicidal and disparaged
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| Cannot be blamed
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| I suffered this bullshit life, threatened with helter skelter
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| Felt the damning hand of man and
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| Suffered underneath its shelter
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| Forget the life I hated, shan’t be resuscitated
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| Ablated, serrated pieces of a life so over-rated
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| This heap of garbage called a body, like a landflill, rotting
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| Pure hate is now strangulating this last breath of life
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| I’m waiting for this life to end
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| I’m waiting for the end to begin
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| I’m waiting for you people to die
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| I’m waiting for the end of the line
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| Life is a nightmare
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| Begging for mercy
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| Do not resuscitate
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| I live a lifemare
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| Begging for release
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| Do not resuscitate |