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Deep beneath my skin

Worms are craving in

The desire to putrefy

Is rooted inside of me

Macabre thoughts inside my head

There are two voices fighting each other

Suicide is not my answer

I was made to suffer

Rotting... I will rot

Rotting... smell of death

My life is doomed, But I knew

My only relief is knowing i'll die

The path is gloomy

But I will prevail

Rotting... I will rot

Rotting... Smell of death



Little by little i'm going insane

And theres nothing but waiting to rot