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All things before me unveiling a glimpse of what's to behold

Undeciphered logic, collision undone, it begins to corrode

The words from the mouth, the hand that it feeds, was made to be bit

Catatonic contusions living life like the ignorant

Grinding, Churning, the sounds of crunching metal squeezes my bones

Living, Dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own

A stagnant flow of endings fills my head with empty hopes

A sickly dance of mattery, pasty skin and stale cologne

Unbearable slime oozes out with nowhere to go

Filling the chasm with men instead of love, then digging a hole

Grinding, Churning, the sounds of crunching metal squeezes my bones

Living, Dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own

Grinding, Churning, the sounds of crunching metal squeezes my bones

Living, Dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own

Grinding, Churning, the sounds of crunching metal squeezes my bones

Living, Dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own