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Running through the darkness someones after me
These fileds of gor I've seen before, only in my dreams
Tackled to the ground, fighting desperately
Kicking, punching on the ground, is this the blood of me
Tolls cover the walls I see, unconsciousness agony
This is the fate for me, I've been brought here to...
Be... bound... in... skin
Instruments of torture dangling at my feet
Blood soaked crypt of mangled meat
The taste of salt and scaley debris
Makes me vomit, choke and heave
Future is uncertain, what now covers me
Excrutiating pain, this flesh does not belong to me
Get me out of here, I am trapped inside this
Body internally, I wish I was fucking dead
Peel this fucking horrid flesh off
I can't get this rotting flesh off
Now bound in this flesh they have made mine |
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