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The Collector
01:43
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The night calls. Drenched in rain, we crawl
In mountains hide the screams of forgotten corpses
Come find us, Come hear our song
Come find us, You'll never be alone
Shovel the dirt from the graves
Uncover the nameless faces
Unravel their forgotten tales
To face what humanity fears
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Disemboweled
01:38
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Falling, no light in sight
Crawling, eyes gouged out
Hopeless, limbs give out
Futile, all for naught was your fight
Standing, an empty shell
Stranded, no heart to break
Branded a gutless freak
Emptied, being is living hell
Rip out your heart and intestines
Smear it over the wall, see how they take it
Your blood shit and tears, ground to pieces
We’re just meant to be, drained and emptied
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Bludgeoned
01:48
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Swallowed by the weight of bells,
Self love becomes a loathing
Press, pull, and crunch myself
Crush me dead 'fore I start bloating
Redlohebehtfoeyeehtnisiytuaeb
Starve yourself
Eesrevendluocseyeruognihtenoehtsisevlesruotub
Carve yourself
Purpose lost, the sense of guilt's here to rot
No way out now, the voices never stop
Grab the steel, be that man you longed to be
Cleanse yourself with pain,
lift that steel and smash it down your face free
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Inhumed
01:33
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I want to drain you
Suffocate your innocence
What I lack you own
Antithesis of my presence
Take your breath as mine
your breasts as mine
Take your face as mine
your soul as mine
Buried alive, Why? What have I done?
Smothered by the dirt in my lungs, I cry
Cause of death, Suffocation
Unbearable desperation
Jealousy and delusion
Selfishness and perversion
That fine line between hate and love
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Castrated
01:50
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Vessel of lust
Twisted is your desire
Get what you deserve
Phallus severed and expired
You disgust
You raper of your own blood
Cut them off
Your tainted dick and balls
Castrated
Incestful pig
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Immolated
02:31
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Another body falls
Smoke of burning limbs fill the air
All for one but none for all
In this game of black despair
Brothers killing brothers
The streets are raped with kindred blood
tears of mourning mothers
Through their corpses on we plod
Another body burns
The haunting stench of death pollutes the air
Scorched, lost and unheard
An empty stare
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