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• Artiste: Signs of the Swarm
• Titre: The Blood
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Bastard Son of God Peeling skin from your pale bones Reaching for the cold dwelling beneath this desolate hole Swallow the blood Lamb of substance Sea of temptation binding Rotting within Harbinger of the void Bound to your knees dwelling disease Swallow the truth The last strain of hope burnt and left as ash Fueling the fire Manmade cancer to fill the void Piercing your skin to cleanse this misery Purest form of a deadbeat society Self-ruin blackens your eyes Slipping to a greater chaos Fleeing from reality Self induced cancer Feast until you bleed Time ticks by with a grim persistence Staring at the sun Searching for the light within this bleak hell To cure the tormented darkness Abominable waste King of lies The bastard child Like maggots feeding on the dead Feasting with no end Reaching for something to have meaning In this world so damned and deceiving Blind to the inevitable truth Nothing will save you Useless junkie everything you touch begins to rot Inducing an euphoric state to numb the pain Pumping poison into your useless body I just want you to fucking die Fueling the fire Manmade cancer to fill the void Piercing your skin to cleanse this misery Purest form of a deadbeat society Self-ruin blackens your eyes Slipping to a greater chaos Fleeing from reality Self induced cancer Feast until you bleed Sate your misery Quench your sick desire Recite your blasphemous hymn As you fuel the fire Cry out to your god Nothing will save you