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get holy
But the slugs are nourished by the same thing that inside you was so toxic
So praise the flies and worms 'cause we don't wanna deal with

And hurdle through the base heads tryin'
To just play with the odds
I'm not the type of nigga to claim god
But dog I heard you spit
Do't quit your day job
I've

Lying in the ground in my sweat
The floor is smushy and damp
Every stitch they have got on me
Is Vanishing into thin Air
Trying to yell with no voice
Im

a note of my fears
Just so I know that I cleared the air
And any obstacles that may appear
Closer in the mirror
All them damn years full of damp tears

begin to fall the rain
Greyness draw nobody seems to see
Damp the air and wet the wind
Straight alone like a tree wait for her with peaceful breath

Get

The Insect God

Monks of Doom

The Insect God

1992

The family twisted their fingers in anguish
And got them all damp with the flow of their tears

The child was removed to a ballroom whose hangings

Reek of Putrefaction

Rotten Sound

Still Psycho

[Carcass cover]

Snorting the stench of latent effluvium
And maturing damp fumes
This foul menage forces tears to your eyes
As the corpse's gas are

Sin Remover

Byzantine

The Fundamental Component

A rumble in distance mechanical whine
So our lights can shine scrape off the epidermis
Robbing pillars equivalent to graves
Tear down the walls

higher, to salvation
Cheers to all the future brings

Woe and trouble take the highways
By-ways shake my blues
Well my heart up with affection
Each time

Pointing to their graves 
Tears of coal
Trace maps with swords
Weight of rays
Coming near, damp black 
Bitter blowing
Through your skull
Too close to them

core is dying

Damp nights crawl
Haze and light will stray from us
As our hands are torn
Time has brought the blizzard
The void is closer
Time won’t hear

Reminiscence
(Verse 1)

What did you do to me?
Trapping me in my dream...
Everything I do I still feel you....
Oh baby can't you see
I'm love with

Snorting the stench of latent effluvium
And maturing damp fumes
This foul menage forces tears to your eyes
As the corpse's gas are exhumed....

nails one by one
Tear out the carapace lair
Re-echoing under point)lace underwear
Of a wild baroque baroness

Wounds under the breast
Suffered of spanking