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I've drank from the black morass

The plague glued to my gut

The serum, the sigh, the consistent lie

The song remains the same

Wearing down your will to survive

With an enemy on all sides

Will the body ever cleanse itself

I hope so, I will find out

Thin skin from the punishment

Pallor in the pigment

Bleeding brains burning in my veins

The evolution of Cain

Wearing down your will to survive

With an enemy on all sides

Will the mind ever cleanse itself

I hope so, I will find out

Until my neck snaps back and cracks

I'll crawl through the night with no end in sight

Another round of caskets, belly full of maggots

Wearing down your will to survive

With an enemy on all sides

Will the soul ever cleanse itself

I hope so, I will find out