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Your life has come to an end

Faster than cows to slaughter

As they split your chest open

Your insides meet fresh air

Doomed from the start

You can’t escape death

Peeling back your flesh

The death march rages on

Pre Mortem Autopsy

The grim reaper is calling

Pre Mortem Autopsy

You meet your demise

Pre Mortem Autopsy

Your entrails spill to the floor

No matter how hard you fight

In the end you are fucked

Evil takes control of your soul

The Reaper is now in control