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• Artiste: Whitechapel
• Titre: End Of Flesh
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I am alive But I am dead in the world I was born into I am alive And here I stand waiting to feel something inside I am rotting away into a state of mind Altered, lethargic, bleeding from the eyes My joints are frozen, a sudden energy Jolts through my veins exorcising the demons in me In the blink of an eye I have realized my location, the place they call the underworld Its presence is amongst me The maniacal sounds haunt these grounds Where the strongest of men tread not Where Gods are reduced to slaves This unholy soul has birthed me again The bowels of hell cannot digest me Mother earth vomit me forth I am alive But I am dead in the world I was born into I am alive And here I stand waiting to feel something inside My salvation has run out Restless souls of death Rise with me If humanity's heart still beats Take all their lives And black out the skies In the blink of an eye I have realized my location, the place they call the underworld Its presence is amongst me The maniacal sounds haunt these grounds Where the strongest of men tread not Where Gods are reduced to slaves This unholy soul has birthed me again