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so i just want to thank you for killing your mind. all the life that you bleed out, well i steal it for mine.
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now your future's a cold thing, down in the damp ground and your memory's a lead room, containing this sound.
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2:59 now i just want to thank you for the light that you spread, and magnesium and sulphur and the fear in your head. and i just want to tell you, you're nothing so new. every time that you touch it, it'll turn against you.
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so i just want to thank you for losing your mind. yeah you burned just like Joan of Arc, purified by the flames.
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now i just want to thank you for going insane, every second that you suffer is a loss that i gain. every breath is a drain down into a hole and your mind is a shrinking thing, it was crushed by your skull. now you feel time unfolding deep in your chest and your body's expanding. now there's none of you left.
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sorry to make you feel uncomfortable with my humor. it will happen again. on purpose. till the end.
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imagine being so done and cooked and fucked at the same damn time that you can't stand a second of this world.
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it would be nice if there was a trial of how it feels to be dead for a week. i'd definitely practice.
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should've known all of this before coming into this world so i could've hang myself with the umbilical cord.
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1:40 i want you to bleed, my hunger to feed. i’ll poison the seed. my treasure, your greed. bleed for me.
