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I’m crucified to the bed of lust.
When everything turns to dust.
Will all these torturous wounds heal?
If it subsides, what is real?

Cut me open for the vultures to feed.
Leave the wound open to bleed.
My carcass left out in the sun.
This dynamic closure for fun.

I just close my eyes and it feels numb.
This fucking dead is finally done.
Christ have mercy on this one.
Someone’s father and ungrateful son.

I claim this place in the end.
No one left to hold my hand.
Who gave damnation I ask?
For this final day of this task.

Chorus:

I’m paralyzed and slowly dying.
Though they though they knew me.
Buzzards pecking away my flesh.
The final day of this conquest.


Look deep into my dying black eyes.
The dried tear I will never cry.
See me in those old photographs.
If it makes you feel better for some laughs.

The pain eats away my sanity.
Kills the only thing left in me.
Beauty I seek reflects my vision.
No one must die, no one will listen.

Just another corpse to rot away.
Every thing in life left that way.
Though I simmer in my death.
In these hours that I have left.

Service my every need taken.
In evil’s name I shall awaken.
My ways I have reprimanded.
The hand of Satan I’ve befriended.

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