| To live is to suffer, survival just the search for some meaning in pain!
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| To die is to be born, the tragic irony that only Death lives!
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| This life is just a shroud, tightly binding around me
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| Paralysed by my introspection, I beg Death to smile at me
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| Look my way, I yearn to see your shit eating grin
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| Weighing up the evidence, I refute all Gods' benevolence
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| To live is to suffer, survival just the search for some meaning in pain
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| To die is to be born, the tragic irony that only Death lives!
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| This life’s a blunt force trauma
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| So I’m a blunt force nihilist
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| The painful truth, that only Death lives (Death lives)
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| Tearing apart my own veins desperate to find much more than flesh!
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| All my efforts in vain, I beg Death to smile at me
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| Life is pain, life is a curse disguised as a blessing
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| His face it runs like wax, sooner or later he will fit your mould
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| He will carry out the final harvest, as Death forever stalks the land
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| Look my way, I yearn to see your shit eating grin
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| Life is pain, life is a curse disguised as a blessing
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| To live is to suffer, survival just the search for some meaning in pain!
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| To die is to be born, the tragic irony that only Death lives!
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| This life’s a blunt force trauma
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| So I’m a blunt force nihilist
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| The painful truth, that only Death lives
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| This life’s a terminal disease and death is freedom
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| In this internalised apocalypse, Death becomes me! |