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• Artiste: Oceanbay
• Titre: Digested In A Matter Of Grotesque Macabre
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Someone send me to Hell Because we both know it's half way better than this Someone end my life So I can forever leave this place of disgust and filth Numbers and numbers are murdered everyday Thousands and thousands taken before they can breathe A murder is a murder A life is a life Someone end this Someone break this curse While i'm suffocating in my own madness The air is no longer pure, blood and vain soaks these streets How can you carry on? Doctor, doctor do you sleep at night? My blood boils, may I be excused from this sick, morbid world? I could get better sleep in Hell Our daily intakes are stories of macabre Lord, breathe this place one breath of morality Take me, take me, take me I have gone numb, I have gone blind Leave me for the vultures I have gone deaf, I have gone mute Take me to death himself This world is no home to me This world has no peace for me Day by day, week by week These evil men will pay Lord, take me away End this life Before the world consumes me I have been digested