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Lyrics:
I awake remembering Nothing the next day My nostrils assailed By the stench of decay Dreams of dismemberment Fantasies of torture Mopping up affords me a Reminiscense of death Gooey bits and pieces Are all that is left Stench of rot: uplifting smell Someone's dead or at least unwell What little is left smells impure Who did this? I'm not sure No conscience interferes With my memories of blood PSI energy remains Where a human once stood I equate its suffering with The longevity of a ghost Who lasts the longest Is who suffered the most
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