| Drug inflicted comatose
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| Alive inside this butchered host
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| Autopsy before deceased
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| The maggots bother me the most
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| Death before dismemberNo arms to free me from this casket
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| My innards filling up a basket
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| No fear if I decide to look
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| My eyes are strung up on meat hooks
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| The cause of death was never determined
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| When the blood test was revealed
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| My hopes for life will never be seen
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| Now that I’m considered dead
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| The stench of death surrounds as they cut into me
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| I cannot watch this horror and any kind of escape seems hopeless
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| Sawing off my limbs, exposing inner tissue
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| The spilling of the bowels completes their exploration
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| The cause of death was never determined
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| My hopes for life will never be seen
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| Flowing pus from out your sores
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| As the blood drips from your pores
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| Exploding cysts beneath your core
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| While all the flesh is ripped and torn
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| Drug inflicted comatose
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| Alive inside this butchered host
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| Autopsy before deceased
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| The maggots bother me the most
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| Death before dismember (Solo — Billy) |