| My fingers start to crumble
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| My spine is decomposing
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| A stream of burning maggots
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| Running down my throat
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| My skin is talking at me
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| But I don’t know the language
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| If only I could die
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| I would have a reason… to stay alive
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| Find a way out
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| Find a way — got to get away
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| Find a way out — I’ve got to break out
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| I’ll find a way
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| My lungs are filled with poison
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| There’s acid in my veins
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| My flesh is slowly melting
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| My tendons are like chains
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| The taste of filthy earth
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| Penetrates my tongue
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| If only I could die
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| I would have a reason… to stay alive
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| Find a way out
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| Find a way — got to get away
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| Find a way out — I’ve got to break out
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| I’ll find a way
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| Mind-bending bliss, raping my soul
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| Swallowing existence in a dirty sucking hole |