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• Artiste: Goatwhore
• Titre: Under The Flesh, Into The Soul
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The world is a grave, apathetic and cold This selfish prison of a coveted wrath Uncontrolled indignation still corroding in the mind Crumbled walls that keep this grudge confine Purging of this forgiveness In the darkest moments of strife Quietly waiting, stalking it's prey Striking when the moment arrives Ruthless in this hateful passion, calling of this dread Slowly slip inside this trap of torment's game Self inflicted poison inserted in your veins Burrowing deep inside, walling in this pain Reinforce the numbness inside Emptiness of the demoralized Onslaught of this hateful thought Defiance of a rage filled heart Grip of anger Coiled despair Conceal this past Prison of this rage Bitter sense Distort the truth Illusive thoughts Of this distrust Toxic actions conjure guilt Casting this hex of discontent Smother in a tragic stage Seeding anger, Resentment is born Harboring a broken promise Like a festering scar Ignoring this harmful wound Excreting pain Immortalize this wrongful Intention in praise Entangled in this trap of unfading blame Legendary accounts of this desolate resent Resolution awaits with fangs of revenge