My Personal Murderer - The Worm Prince | Текст песни

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When skin is apart it turns into sand
Rebellious flesh abandons the head
I lay you in front and cut off your will
So what do you feel, why aren't you still?


I cut off the veils releasing the brides
Who's decrepit faces conform low-lived hides

I'm hailing my taint

My skin is apart, I worm outside

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