Lyrics:
AESTHESIA Shallow filthy water Flows into the neather realms Nourishing Parasites That crawl inside our fields Living in illusion
canvas, hoisted and suspended Cathartical excoriation Aesthesia gradually becomes obscured Mired in gristly visions of the flayed A callous indifference
years of yore in a mïre, Each like a corpse within its grave; Wrought for us a yearn of lief; 'Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; Harmony and aesthesia
of yore in a mre, Each like a corpse within its grave; Wrought for us a yearn of lief; 'Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; Harmony and aesthesia are its
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