[Lyrics: Haarlov]
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"Fuck the world" is what he said
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And the bullet went straight through his head
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A life forsaken sufficiency
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Frustration, tensions warranty
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With blatant fury life is expelled
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From a once so livid shell
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Crisp and leathery as the bones start to show
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White fungi embrace the blackened skin
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Larvae plunge through the stomach wall
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The process of moulding begins
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Skull fractured immensely from the bullets breath
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Brain pulp protrudes from the wound
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Invasion of flies in the stinky pink matter
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Eyes excessively pruned
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Lifeless yet still full of life
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Death feeds the living
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Death breeds the living
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Formication beneath flesh and dirt
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Death feeds the living
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Death breeds the living
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Inhale the bullet as he wishes to depart
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From this world, without a clue
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Worn down to the beat of a heart
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And a triggered mind to undo
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Carcass lie bloated under the sun
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Rotting on a dusty mound
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Soul condemned to a world beyond
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The sand became his burial ground
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The Bullets Breath
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Iniquity |