| Body in a state of putrefaction
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| I don’t know what’s taking over control of my mind
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| Scars and bruises covering my torso
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| Brain is feeling mushy, I can’t hold a single thought
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| Body in a state of putrefaction
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| It is like I am dead but still alive
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| Deep inside me I can feel it taking over
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| Growing stronger by the minute
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| I’m gradually falling into pieces
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| Big festering wounds are starting to appear all over me
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| Obscure, defect
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| My dried out skin starting to crack up
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| Exposing my flesh, grotesque pain
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| End this life…
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| I must kill myself
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| I can’t stand to rot away
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| This time I will succeed
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| Succeed to end this painful nightmare
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| Leave this rotted body behind
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| My wish for death has grown so strong now
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| There’s only one thing on my mind
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| Before my eyes I see it pictured
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| Crystal clear, the way to die
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| With a firm grip around the rifle
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| I am starting my journey towards the tunnel of light
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| Putting the barrel straight into my mouth
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| One swift pull and my brain comes flying out
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| Bodily deterioration
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| In the mind obliteration
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| Determined to relieve myself
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| From this sick abnormal situation |