[Music: Maly / Lyrics: Cyjan]
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Seized in claws of unmerciful torsions you're shocked,
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look around, splattered culture by bile from stomach,
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lost souls are going for a walk to a land of ugliness,
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god is absent, his salvation is powerless.
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[lead:Tocha]
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Look at yourself, you are in vomits, it's a beautiful view,
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yellow mixture on your mouth embelishes you,
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dignity, appearance are full of sympathy,
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it's a fragment of your life, and of your pride.
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[lead:Maly]
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Torsions-secret of life,
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vomits-secret of pride.
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Your organism repeats regurgitation,
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organs of digestion excrete bad smell.
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[lead:Maly]
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In the blood mood identity dies,
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torsions are increasing, the last remains of vomits.
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[lead:Tocha]
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Torsions
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| Dead Infection |
