A suction through the ground
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Is pulling him down
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The unbearable heat
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Melts his feet
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The traps has gnawed through
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These minutes are untrue
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Death is so near
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Can it end this fear
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Limbs are dying out
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Far off the doctor shouts
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"Keep away from the bed
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Let him be soon he'll be dead!"
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Now he's drifting through a sharp scarlet light
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From the exhausting day to a peaceful night
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This is the end of mess and complexity
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Beyond the fragmentic world and fatality
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Floating as a falcons wing in a clear blue sky
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The pleasure he's feeling now, it's the way to die
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Released from his flesh and bones, only lumps of cream
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Close to existence, it's just a dream?
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During the end...
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Breaking through...
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Breaking through...
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Breaking through...
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Breaking through...
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Breaking through...
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Breaking through...
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Breaking through...
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Breaking through...
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During The End
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| Cadaver |
