[music - Andrew LaBarre]
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[lyrics - Sean McGrath]
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Icy liquid fills your lungs
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A gushing salt water sluice
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Flushing out your bronchia with vitriol
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Your trachea is targeted for particular abuse
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Alveoli burst as I quench your thirst
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You're hideously out of breath
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Pneumonectomy, the most apparent of solutions
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"Drowned in own blood," the cause of death
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Internal bleeding makes you wretch
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And causes a foul regurgitation
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Vomiting chyme and chunks of lung
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You really are in quite a situation
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Gargling foamy spit
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Your throat is violently slit
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These symptoms won't remit
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You're forced to choke on it
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Your heaving chest cavity opened for fun
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Broken ribcage sags atop your exploded lungs
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Gasping for air as your jugular drains
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You're having slight chest pains
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Your heart begins to slow and your eyes grow glassy
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As ruined organs are one by one discarded
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A death rattle croaks from your excavated throat
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Your tracheostomy has gone a bit retarded
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A cannula is thrust into crepitating guts
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To suction off obliterated tissues
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Foamy mucoid pus drips in gobs from the cuts
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Your pulmonary system has some issues
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I hack out your trachea with hatred and malice
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And squeeze out the plaque from within
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Your pre-mortem spasm and tearful exclamations
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Caused me and my partners to grin
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Internal bleeding makes you wretch
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And causes a foul regurgitation
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Vomiting chyme and chunks of lung
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You really are in quite a situation
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Gargling foamy spit
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Your throat is violently slit
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These symptoms won't remit
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You're forced to choke on it
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Choke On It
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| Impaled |
