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Life flashes before me in my final stand

Bloody screaming with a blade in hand

Ceaseless torment is all I've known

An empty husk is what I have sown

I grow cold

I'm no more

In my tomb

The emptiness consumes

My final breath of words I have exhumed

Conceived by filth alone I plot my doom

Pleas for sanity, they were all vain

As I bleed I'm removed from this plane

I grow cold

I'm no more

In my tomb

The emptiness

Oh

A life that once was

Now an empty husk

A worthless soulless parasite becomes

Disposed

I cease to be no more

Death I have become

As I return to soil

Here I lay as my carcass rots

Death consumed me and my only thoughts

As I pass beyond this mortal realm

No more suffering this eternal hell

I grow cold

I'm no more

In my tomb

The emptiness

It consumes

It consumes

It consumes

It consumes