A corpse is a corpse.
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Of course it is.
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Predetermined destiny,
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Uncommon bond.
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Don't be afraid to take my hand.
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Walk with the dead beaten broken man.
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A cult of me, a stain and feast the open brain.
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The pleasures I indulge will pave a pathway to hell,
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From an offset imbalance of membrane and cell.
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And though you try and try and try to pull me down,
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It's all been lies it's lies begat the lies again.
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I? not afraid, afraid of dying anymore.
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Only I can set me free.
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So turn and blame but don't you fuckin look at me.
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It's over, it's over.
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We've secretly replaced your pathetic existence with more pain
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And anguish and suffering than one soul could possibly stomach.
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So fasten your noose and enjoy your ride,
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?os life is hell and then you die.
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And though you try and try and try to pull me down,
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It's all been lies it's lies begat the lies again.
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I? not afraid, afraid of dying anymore.
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Only I can set me free.
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So turn and blame but don't you fuckin look at me.
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Decompose you maggot.
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Now you?l shut the fuck up
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A Corpse Is A Corpse
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| Dog Fashion Disco |
