| The monstrous reflection, the warning sign desolates
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| Preposterous thinking and following action
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| Eternal deathlike quiescence, entropic tears of mother earth
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| From liquid soil I slumber in turmoil, sway the cradle of dust
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| Parasites of paradise, the sublime treacherous desires
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| The reckoning day in sanguinary decay
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| Washed away in disastrous waves of machinery’s awe
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| Crunching away the golden lifeline, the red alert subsistence
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| Lie down, feed on the edge of the world
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| Like rats in the cradle
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| Drift on, heed crimson rivers of desolation
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| Waste of gluttony, destruction/Waste of gluttonous construction
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| The scorching inception of estatic please
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| Crumbling substance, layer by layer
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| Disciples of black light, clones of diminished might
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| Bite after bite you are the sickness, choking on the futile resistance
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| Deadweight world, blood-saturated thirst
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| Pulsating instinct, swarming in the garden of worms
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| Of disgust, I’m shattered into dust, ice sculpture of everfrost
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| Degradead receptors succumb
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| Praise, raise the glass to drink for sickness
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| We’re rats in the cradle of maggots
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| Sleepwalking masses, slaves to inherited madness
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| Can’t smell the rot of your own existence
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| Blasphemous ceremony of corroded harmony |