| Abscession, this flesh rots hollow
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| The earth spoils it sickly black
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| Transference and waiting rooms
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| And all that still grows, a wallow
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| The branch yearns for something else
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| Transcendence and exit wounds
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| Fed to the fates, the collow
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| We live on (to suicide)
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| Just to bleed (the earth’s disease)
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| We fight on (millions perish)
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| We die
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| This life drains fast like sandfall between our hands
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| We touch in vain, our hearts won’t beat in time
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| This dream dies fast like cancer btween our bones
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| We try in vain, our hearts won’t bat in time
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| This life drains fast like sandfall between our hands
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| We touch in vain, our hearts won’t beat in time
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| This dream dies fast like cancer between our bones
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| We try in vain, our hearts won’t beat in time
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| This will rots last the old roots which gave first life
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| We kiss in vain, our hearts won’t beat this time
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| This life drains fast like sandfall between our hands
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| We touch in vain, our hearts won’t beat in time
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| Torrid throttle, cast thy breath
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| On plumes of ash borne of our indolence
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| Heedless cretin, sweat thy death
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| In the ruins of our ancestral insolence
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| We’re all disease (Inhume the final act)
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| Destroy, destroyer (Bring down the guillotines)
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| Curse against the tides (Let it turn to dust)
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| Writhe against the call
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| We’re all disease (I turn over to rapture)
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| Destroy, destroyer (I leave myself to rust)
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| Curse against the tides (Dissolve, abandon)
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| Writhe against the call
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| Cicatrice by cicatrix
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| It goes on
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| (Blight, a light)
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| (The earth in life through death)
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| (Reborn! rejoice!) |