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You told me to lower the highs

It hurts my eyes

Poisonous fumes

Stink in your grave

My night is saved

Inhale the stench

Stench of the dead

Remember the stench

Stench of the dead

Beer in the room

Piss on the floor

We crave some more

I know we suck

Still hate your guts

Still hate your gods

Our cries ruining your sense

Your sense of our shred

Remember the stench

The stench of the dead