| You can see in her eyes the refection of petrubation,
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| and in her face the radiance of the extreme degeneration
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| Poor psychologist, you are blind
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| you don’t understand her blessed act,
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| may be the ugly destiny, broken the faith and close the doors
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| when she loses the hope, everything ends
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| In dreams she can feel the intensity of her internal universe
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| the manifest of life in the entrails of one mother
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| But don’t support the hate and suffering of the world
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| blood falls down in the street
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| the body engendered the sacrifice
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| Born son of decay, the way of your life is sentenced
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| open her your soul, she knows you don’t like the world and go
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| to give you the solution for your existence
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| return to your creation find your salvation
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| Dead son of decay, by the bleeding of your body
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| your mother never lost you, she has you in her anatomy again
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| Eat the cadaver of birth, the ritual of flesh satisfy her appetite
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| now is the turn for the killer, goes to help you
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| in the other world
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| rest of flesh by the vaginal dissection, regurgitation of cadaver
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| repungant vision of her bloody vomit, this is the last injection of mortal
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| venom!
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| Dead son of decay, victim of neccessary
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| antropophage, created and destroyed
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| don’t support the world, don’t support reality
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| the ritual of flesh satisfy the mental appetite
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| In dreams she can feel the intensity of her internal universe
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| the manifest of life in the entrails of a mother |