Index Flesh Perception
Mechanica Sundown
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the stench of fear burns my nostrils
I can't think
why do they pierce me
caustic faces haunting the same mind
(the pleasures I'm having)
are the right choice
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visions dissolve,pain is stunned
carnage stops the suffer and I appease my anger
can I wear your face?
silence remains
can I eat your flesh?
feast on your brains
absolve me,the blood is mine
a ravenous hunger chills my spine
(piece by piece I use you to exalt myself 'cause the dead don't wear flesh)