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"worm's Ate the Body"
Because of you, dead, all because of you, they are gone and you change my facts, i saw the click and made the boom, i change my vision to cataklysm the moment we sulk together, i faded myself to vanquish the minute we fell apart, i breath your essense to fade, i see througt those beatiful eye's, i know who i am, you know who we were, we all fell apart by less than a day, one dawn for a faded line, one nightfall to see beyond, i cannot see the ones who died, i won't feel death besides me i will just conclude the story written on wood, story changing anually, i can smell your fragance bloom my feelings, i see the worms eat my soul, i can see it everything fade to red, i can drown by your side, let's hold hands with the christ you evolved around, i see you slide down an ice dead tunnel, is cold, once said and twice done, i know who the devil is, i can see the light fade to red, the worm's reached the center, the pulse is over, now i know how the day turn grey for one last night...
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