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Entrails Of Vermin DescentThere's something insideSomething deep it's in the vein It's in the pure The lust to kill Struggling Grasping Writhing Pain facilitating Clawing Scratching Sobbing Pulse is segregating Beneath the surface we are not the same You are weak Your life is void A man on his knees resembling a child Tears are flowing free Is this not power? Entrails laid out you are gutless you do not possess what makes a man Beneath the surface we are not the same We will rise and butcher you all The boundary between right and wrong has faded into nothing My object of desire is to see you all suffer Entrails laid out you are gutless You do not possess what makes a man Beneath the surface we are not the same we will rise and butcher you all |