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| Lyrics Submitted By: Grim Reaper |
| Cold seems crippling lame meander through corridors |
| Aroma's thick with age mark off the day reflections of my life are fading |
| Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in, |
| Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in, |
| A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into, |
| Maker take the body don't want it wants me |
| Past has found its place salvation is no more will god accept my peace |
| bleached will pardon me reflections of my life are fading |
| Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in, |
| Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in, |
| A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into, |
| Maker take the body don't want it wants me |
| I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play |
| Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me |
| cocooned in misery |
| I'm sic and tired of embracing reflections of past time receive me or cast mea way |
| ... god please take me away |
| resistance futile suicidal ideas I will crucify my own being satisfy |
| selfish needs fuck the deities justify my own right to what's waiting for me |
| On the other side the time has come |
| lock and load I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming home |
| Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in, |
| Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in, |
| Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in, |
| Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in, |
| A structure that's collapsing descending don't want in |
| Maker take the body don't want it wants me, |
| Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in, |
| Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in, |
| A structure that's collapsing descending don't want it, |
| Maker take the body don't want it wants me |
| I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play |
| Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me |
| cocooned in misery |
| The darkness overcomes soul soars to the other plain |
| Existence past the door I sail through purgatory's bay |
| I asked a god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams souls |
| searching death blossoms where clouds lie over me |
| held in god's hands death blooming |
| Dark for fear of failure |
| an inner gloom as wide as an eye |
| and fermenting roiling hate death grip in my veins |
| unveiling rancid petals flowerin forth foul nectar the space between a blink and a tear |
| .... death blooms. |
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