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A quivering pile of useless flesh, locked in a padded cell
Hidden of the prying eyes' curiosity
experimental surgery made him what he is today
His head is rotting but his body lives on as a worthless vegetable
Unknown to mankind, the incredible power of his mind
Hideous heredity, genetic imbalance, resorting to cannibalism
A feast begins as the patients skull is cracked open like a walnut
Brains devoured in a frenzied slaughter, thirst for gore nothing more
Bile is dripping, puss from wounds, as the coroner drinks it down
The sights before your eyes you can't describe
A trip through this living hell will rot away your skull
Genital lasceration, anal asphyxiation
Blockage of bowel passage, defication, haemmorhage
Cadaverous mutalation, metamorphial radiation
Devourance of arteries, decapitated extremeties
Cranial excavation, cerebral liquidation
Brain turned to soup, ears are dripping goop
Slimy, cozing, dripping puss, torn out
Fingernails starting to fuss
Shredded cartilage victim lies
Eyes sockets, but no eyes
Miles of intestines strewn all about,
Facial features strickened with gout
Hanging bodies dripping with blood
The blackned fluid sinks in the mud
A quivering pile of useless flesh, locked in a padded cell
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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