| Infected and intoxicated deep inside my veins and mind,
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| I spit out hatred and scorn for this rotting carcass of delight…
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| Look deep inside my Soul,
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| See the demons dance…
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| Take this f**kin' psychic magnitude of pain away from me
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| I don’t want this chalice, though I know I’ll drink…
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| Sliced piece of human flesh
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| You’ve been born by the void — Mother which you will serve
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| Till your f**k'n death…
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| Shreds of conscoiusness dancing with madness on the grave of stiffed life
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| I feel pike of shrilling me hungry souls…
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| My Aura is fading away…
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| I’m watching as you slowly wither…
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| I choke…
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| I know what silence is telling, I know, that I shouldn’t admire these words…
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| … Let them flow out through gaps of my hollow soul…
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| This gloom had never had all this evil and anxiety…
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| It was never so dreadfully compatible…
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| Do you know how coldness of blind insanity taste?
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| I hear sarcastic laughter,
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| I see feasting beasts, feasting on my flesh, my energy…
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| I see alive, intimate persons, amongst which only I am a cadaver…
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| I clench ash in my hands, mixed with tears and blood…
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| Those are remains of my screaming psyche, scattered in the land of loneliness…
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| Wounded, more efficient I attack
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| I sniffed blood… |