| I see the world through cadaver eyes
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| Sickened by the sight of all that I despise
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| Rotting mass devoured by maggots and flies
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| A ghoulish feast upon the necrotized
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| I see the world through cadaver eyes
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| A sucking grave from which nothing will rise
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| Too late, we’ve just begun to realize
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| All that we touch we cause to rot and die
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| The ichor in which we’re immured
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| Clotted, purulent and impure
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| Infected well past any hope of cure
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| This is the world that I see
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| Decaying for the feasts of parasites
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| The human wreckage whets their appetites
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| In the polluted carnage they delight
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| Our flesh, their fetid fantasy, their fetid fantasy
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| Through cadaver eyes, the shroud torn back
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| To view the carnage at which we hack, bleeding black
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| Through cadaver eyes see only death
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| The putrid truth of what is left, rotten flesh
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| Inhale the crematory’s noxious reek
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| Savor the stench of a world deceased
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| The taste of slaughter that our palettes seek
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| To dull the buzzing in our brains
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| Taste the blight fester within your flesh
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| With every mouthful that you gasp for breath
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| Revolted by this wretched world grotesque
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| And every horror it contains, every horror it contains
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| Through cadaver eyes, the shroud torn back
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| To view the carnage at which we hack, bleeding black
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| Through cadaver eyes see only death
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| The putrid truth of what is left, rotten flesh
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| Through cadaver eyes, the shroud torn back
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| To view the carnage at which we hack, bleeding black
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| Through cadaver eyes see only death
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| The putrid truth of what is left, rotten flesh
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| All the world is a cadaver’s eye
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| We crawl like maggots from beneath its stye
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| Engorged we consume to be consumed in time
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| A noisome plague in both death and life |