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Carved in emotionless shape
A grim wind embraces my nerves
Twisting, floating, in a nowhere disease

Caught in the middle of a volcanic psychosis
10,000 cells slaughtered by the colour of pain
Tasteless, bodyflexed, divorced from life

Bloodlust deficit

Is torture the real start for a death course?
Eyes are now filled with a blind hating love

Bloodlust deficit

Exercises in mental butchery
Bodies starving for rest
Blood hasn't colour anymore

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