| To obliterate all human life
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| The need to cause suffering
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| Our innate base instinct pulls us back
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| To primitive ways
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| The undertow pulls me down
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| Devouring human flesh — rotten
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| The stench of your bleeding hole, leaking
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| Thr sweet smell of rotten death
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| The dying gasp
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| Your eyes roll back — white now
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| In your skull, the brain is dead, slowly
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| Convulsing limbs, the face is
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| Stabbed, hacking
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| Your head is seperated
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| From your neck
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| I drink of your decay
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| The primitive ways
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| The rooted killing instinct
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| The return to the wild
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| Open torso of my living victim
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| I eat its heart
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| Still alive and beating
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| Gainer power from your murder
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| Souls of dead in me
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| Gaining immortality
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| Violent means to an end
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| Your soul I will infect
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| Torn apart
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| Of the dead… Of the dead
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| To obliterate all human life
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| The need to cause suffering
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| Our innate base instinct pulls us back
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| To primitive ways
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| The undertow pulls me down
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| Devouring human flesh — rotten
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| The stench of your bleeding hole, leaking
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| The sweet smell of rotten death
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| The undertow pulls me down
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| To the depths of depravity
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| The undertow pulls me down
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| To the depths of insanity |