Death:

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Let’s redesign death
A pulsating death…

Tie my tongue
With a lace of death
Dark pus and revenge printed

The ring of Satan
That bites my tongue
Thrash me against
Sins and ashes

Smoking some hell
A puzzle of weed and train
I need the master in you
To take me
To the narcotic grave
I’ll sweep some
Schuldiner herd
Into this hollow
Club of blue
tissues


Chorus

Chorus