lonely dead stuck bleeding pig
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lonely ditch i choose to dig
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inside
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and it burns in the face of the one whos mother cried
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lonely tumer inside my head
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it wont be long untill i am dead
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inside
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and it burns in the faces of the ones who told me lies
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disappointments are mounting each day
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strong oppinions with nothing to say
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sharpened blades i will raise to the void
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until my mind gives away to the need to destroy
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every loss that there is will you feel
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machine or beast, all i know is i am real
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a life of pain as the catalyst for this thing i am, waking death
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now like instinct i harvest the land
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death within me, your life in my hands
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all of this worlds filth is drentched in your blood
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as it rains down around me
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come on down
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your blood
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rain over me, covering all i see
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as you die
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The Final Harvest
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| Cancerslug |
