| The dark waters are glistening red
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| The world will never speak your name again
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| Choking on your own words
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| The slowest of deaths is what you have earned
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| Cutting the tongue from a liar’s mouth
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| Making incisions and tearing the organs out
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| Leave in the eyes, true terror I seek
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| Sadistic pleasures from making you bleed
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| Smash in the skull, darkness creeps in
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| Unable to scream as the earth takes you in
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| Surrounded by roots and branches and vines
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| Your body consumed, insects burst from inside
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| A parasite in life becomes a host in death
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| An ecosystem within a corpse
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| Constructing new framework within gushing sores
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| New growth of beauty rises from decay
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| A new life emerges from where it was taken away
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| I’m repeating the cycle
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| Adding another body
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| To this mass grave
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| May the light never reach this place
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| The blood of a hundred souls
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| Stains this wretched pit
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| Nightmares are real, they beckon to me
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| The pathway to hell is forever lit
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| Ingesting the rotting flesh
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| As I feast
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| Gorging myself on the deceased
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| Deep in the torso, my hands will explore
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| Bathing myself in the festering gore
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| The moon casting eerie light on the forest floor
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| Severed limbs exploding with maggots
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| Rolling around in the masses of the visible gore
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| Becoming one with the rot
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| Smash in the skull, darkness creeps in
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| Unable to scream as the earth takes you in
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| Surrounded by roots and branches and vines
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| Your body consumed, insects burst from inside
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| A parasite in life becomes a host in death
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| Swallowing putrescent remnants
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| Until nothing’s left, until nothing’s left
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| An ecosystem within a corpse
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| Constructing new framework within gushing sores
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| New growth of beauty rises from decay
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| A new life emerges from where it was taken away |