| I tasted it all and spit it out
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| The blood on my lips, the vomit’s child
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| The hands on my neck strangling the oxygen while my steering eyes freezes an
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| image and I fall backwards into fire
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| Colliding with glass splintered into my materia
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| Lust burns and shadows rise around that being
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| Its actions out of control when set to demolish
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| Embodiment of death feeding the ego-spawn
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| In the desert night like echos of hollow breathes its' soul
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| How long will the taste of another’s fall strengthen it to continue its
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| Downhill spiral to nothingness?
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| Ain’t it obvious that it dries us out with its disgust imprisoning us with
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| anti-will?
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| Kneeling to it makes us go apathy without lust for existence
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| Does it understand its' own nature turning us all into parts of the great
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| machine?
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| Must be stopped, must be destroyed, must die, must die, must die!
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| It’s the great black night horror of our world, a disgrace to our eye,
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| a commander of death
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| It shall fail even at the state of attempt to rule us by the lie
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| Into the chamber of apathy goes that line
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| Dismantle an atomic womb
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| It shall fail even at the state of attempt to rule us by the lie
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| Into the chamber of apathy goes that line
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| But, we shall bow to it no more! |