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lyrics
Creating a life that's supposed to feel.
Will their every second be pain?
Giving their mind a will of its own
A recipe for disaster.
Asphyxiating, in the tomb of our forefathers
Desolation, purify the lands, cleanse this world
With every passing minute, the end is closing in.
But mark my words,
The world might end, maggots still crawl
On their bellies, pests won't fall
They will roam the face of this Earth
Even after the very last second.
The fabric of time and space rots away
Maggots remain, pests will crawl
They will roam the face of this Earth
For they know their own demise all.