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    infected world upon it's own pedestal
    diseased we are diseased we've always been
    were just the joke the joke of existence
    but still we try as if there was an end
    through blood we wade as if we were perfect
    someday the blood will choke us in our sleep
    I've given in to all of my demons
    I cant be helped - ITS UP TO ME
    every time I close my eyes
    im dwelling on the hollow times
    my regrets wont let me rest
    its killing me with every step
    every step - I regret
    INFECTED - were condemned to die
    INFECTED - cut away this life (2x)

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    Composition: Death Before Dishonor

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