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Under the flesh
Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed
Their coldness induces me endless defilement,
re-occuring relapses, perverse with the dead, soon I will kill for
myself
Impending suffering, spasms shooting through me nausation
A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied,
mouldering, gorging on the rotted flesh
Cutting off the body's head drinking from its severed necks as I rip the
corpse in half
Human shit for nurishment
Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying,
as their bowels let loose defecation flows down my throat excremental
injestment
Reflections of things to come, mirored in the dead one's eyes my fantasy
of murder
Incarnated open wounds gushing, blood on skin coagulated tortured of the
retched,
no one cares of their dead appaling odor wreaking, piles of rotted
bodies
The bodies prepared for slaughter, wallowing in your own blood
Grinding of your fingers and toes feeding on your meat
I immerse my sharpened implement into a fresh bleeding gash
her body used for my sick desires
The blood thirst I can't control
Many more must suffer
Disposal of the dead, the corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel
The gore enrages me
All I kill a new creation, my work of art bodies torn apart
Liver quivering at my feet
Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment,
cutting through arteries nerves exposed
Feel the power of pain
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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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