| Pain traversing body, silent squeal
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| Is coming from a cracked ground
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| Vultures with bloody wings
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| Are waiting for their victim
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| No forgives, no revival
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| Corpse without ideas, without dreams
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| Worm desert’s wind
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| Burns up dries lungs
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| Where is his help — lying carcasses
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| Food of dead, dirty soul
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| Revival, lie of book of fools
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| No existing world of illusion
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| Worms, rolling live body
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| Fake god, will never die
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| Dirt of my thoughts will be glue
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| Connecting bloody pieces of being
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| — I'm who I’m —
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| Fucking lie, empty words
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| Where is your army, your servants
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| Sing of the demons, lurking
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| On the edge of the dream’s perception
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| They want to take a breath, look inside
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| Enter in the middle of the madness
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| To find a peace? |
| Simply-minding of existing!
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| Spit off the lies from your rotten mouth
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| Take a breath of heat, feel the final pain
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| Lay down in front of your only Master
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| Hate will be your revival |