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Born dead |
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I spit on my grave, it's this rubbish bin
still decaying in the filth you threw me in
welcome to the house of grim where I dwell
dirty haunted corridors bring me your smell
echoes of your voice torture in my head
a snake in my belly your sweat on my bed
I am your daughter I am your sin
I am the pain that comes from within
in my chest a rotting heart pretends to be beating
sketches of my life that'll never become paintings
all I do is moan all I do is cry
in this non life state all I do is die
I was born dead
I was born dead
I was born dead
damnation overcomes me
it's this giggling shadow that follows on
it's that black cloud that steals the sun
the spider web just caught another fly
in this non life state all I do is die
I was born dead
I was born dead
I was born dead
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