| Pollution of body and soul, the whole world is dying
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| Pollution of moral sin, there is no denying
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| Trapped in a swollen shell, barred away in a covert cell
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| Encased by wire and thorn
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| I stand and see, the hearts pour out of the hands which suffer
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| The Vile image encircles me
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| In essence the substance is killed
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| Tainted in this authority, wicked is its rule
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| A cast of impure force
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| Dine, the feast of the assumption is well at hand
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| Your physical appetite far surpasses any other
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| The putrid hate encompasses a million bleeding eyes
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| This is your way to kill the face of decay
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| With wounded lips, no voice will carry
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| And to the grave, corruption will take the blackened souls away
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| Wrapped up in the beautiful cedar boxes
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| The force had its way
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| Pollution of body and soul, the whole world is dying
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| Pollution of moral sin, there is no denying |