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Blood rust incinerate

A common threat

Your shit intent

A cold truth to bear

The sick will ride in

The sick will ride in

Like a hammer through my soul

Like a hammer through my soul

It’s not in front of me

It’s not in front of me

But sewn into my throat

My dreams will end in rust

My life will end in blood

Blood rust incinerate

Possession prayer

To take me

A prayer for control

A prayer to disappear

Pray to disappear

Control

Control

That’s not my own