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Lyrics:
Barren, first, the golden nest. The budding breast. Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that pause in glory with thoughts of ghost, fled. The ebbing, unknown wound. The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery; seeping through cracks, corroded with mold. Blissfully ignorant insanity. Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time. Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good.
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