| Infection on the spirit — One’s so clean and pure
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| Now has been invaded — By something obscured
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| Tongues are spoken widely — Message from the dead
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| Enter transformation — to a State of no return
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| Sicker — The only thing your body’s turning
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| Vomit paints the floor — in blood
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| Disease — That won’t come out through bible treatment
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| The seed has begun — to grow
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| «Infected soul»
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| Bitings in your gut, spikes nailed in your soul, shakes are getting worse
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| Rotting deep inside — demonic — standing petrified
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| You start to suffer inner conflict
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| Bleeding you scream in agony — your world is now at one with it
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| Your body’s turning weak, a suicidal need, is tearing you within
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| In the mirror you see — «a rotten corpse»
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| Still you are alive — and breathing — robber of life
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| You painful suffer inner conflict
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| You try to keep your sanity — the force crave what’s left of it
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| Spewing — You start to choke on blood and innards
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| This life soon will turn to — Death
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| Cramping — Within your self theres heavy movement
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| Something wants to exit — your soul
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| Labour — You feel it’s coming out there’s no escape or hiding — Panic now is
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| total
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| Gasping — Your innards coming with it, you are puking bowels — Launching birth
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| through sickness
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| Starring — Before you lays a figure of unknown description — Shaped through
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| inner conflict
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| Helpless — Watch it disappear into the world your leaving — Sleep forever
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| soulless |