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The voices, they tell me to tear you apart.

The voices, they tell me to eat your heart.

Body to body, infection to co-dependency.

What you know of me does not reflect that I am nobody.

I'm made up of the ones who died before me,

I'm mad up of the ones who breed heresy.

She smells of rot,

Forlorn, forgotten.

Blood, more blood, more gore, more blood.

The voices, they told me how to drag myself out of hell.

The voices, they built up a body count, oh well.

I am made up of the sins you commit against me,

I am made up of the blood that I will make you bleed.

She smells of rot,

Forlorn, forgotten.

She bathes in blood,

Kills without thought.