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a rotten apple core the shape of my
mind rot charging up my vines
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plodding in my brain i am
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a slave to the portal of time in a
mask of hate
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i will never die if i can master the
time hole
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you are lost in the vines see the face
of black ice howl
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your arms are locked by key your lungs
pushing my trick device
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inside
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i need your mind to stay alive alive
but chained alive to the waning light by one divided hair
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shed at my emergence when your mind
dies you are watching so terrified we are fucking
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coil of fat turning dirt burning black
there is a white cloud in my wake follow my train of lard with thoughtful
spiders threading my veins
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touch the winding silver let the wrnlrd
free open the gate waerleogan crawl to your leader and feed the bitch
to the fire
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now i have found the path she has spilled
from her creeping unholy glands
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inverting the pathetic history of man
with a voice soaked in blood the hair hangs long from your brow hate
pools inside
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your vision pulls against your knees
your spine bends to the earth all of your thoughts turn to the odor
of the sea
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the shaking pain of the night nods
against your gills ice pressed against your quivering brain
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time unhooked from the golden wall
between the dusted realms of hope and the spotless void beyond
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