The art of death
Slowly towards the end
Stream of thoughts arose
In your intense brain
Chorus 1:
The hate that breathes has no end
A strength so unreal
Draws the soul into pleasure
Seeing pain
A death
That can't be forgiven
But a desire
So strong
Live day by day
And murder after murder
Chorus 2:
Indistinct answer
Having death on your shoulder
For why it was done, you were the only beholder
In your own hate
Air so thick, sight so clear
Sky is grey, you dream away
Floating into coma
Transmit into murder
Towards there's death
You reek of filth
Their skins are wrinkled
So let it go of your soul
Let it tumble down your thoughts
And leave yourself in
Chorus 1
And the murder continues...
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