| And it is the end
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| Pale skin to caress
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| Drained and left for dead
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| Nothing more to expect
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| Surreal existence am I dead
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| Or am I alive
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| In crimson fluid hell is what I found
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| Feel the larva crawling
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| Eating constant breeding
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| Beneath the skin born again
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| To be reborn is this life after death
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| Transformed man dethroned
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| Inner movement the body unveil secrets
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| Life after this surreal existence
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| Birth/death/birth fed up with life as the eggs hatch
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| In rotten flesh I first meet life to live a second then
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| Die again already searching for another dead prey
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| Innate insects part of me Parasite inside eating me Host of flies born inside
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| Absence of life I am the lord of flies
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| Surreal existence am I dead or am I alive
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| In crimson fluid hell is what I found
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| Feel the larva crawling eating constant breeding
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| Host of lives beneath the skin reborn
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| Again
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| Reincarnated in hell
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| An army ready to conquer
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| Fed by the lord of flies
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| Hordes of flies |