| Between life and death your soul is trapped
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| numb and cold, your life has snapped
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| yet you perceive just like before
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| insects devour, a shell with no core
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| No way to tell if it is day or night
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| Cast far away from any warmth and light
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| surrounded by dark in the coldest place
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| decay sets upon your mangled face
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| Obnoxious premonitions
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| Body is overwhelmed
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| After-death sensations
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| Breathless, half decayed
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| This horror cant be real
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| as bones are exposing
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| bruises that wont heal
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| your torso is decomposing
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| Screams go loud in your head
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| but lips wont move, considered dead
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| imprisoned in flesh
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| claustrophobic surges
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| Unable to make a word
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| your screams remains unheard
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| Between life and death your soul is trapped
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| numb and cold, your life has snapped
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| yet you perceive just like before
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| insects devour, a shell with no a core
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| No way to tell if it is day or night
|
| Cast far away from any warmth and light
|
| surrounded by dark in the coldest place
|
| decay sets upon your mangled face
|
| Obnoxious premonitions
|
| Body is overwhelmed
|
| After-death sensations |
| Breathless, half deacayed
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| This horror cant be real
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| as bones are exposing
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| bruises that wont heal
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| your torso is decomposing
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| to escape this trap
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| grown weaker fighting
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| covered with a moulded wrap
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| uncontrolled gasping
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| chills run down your spine
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| pores are sweating cold
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| memories, realign
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| awaiting a rebirth |