The act of death is certain, it's your right to want to want to know What lies beyond this world and what awaits your future now Waiting for the afterlife
There'll be a time Where I can take what they've taught and make it work THIS would be a better place if you could free you mind of thought THOUGH to
So hungry for what I seek I, I, I strive for the best My struggle is all I see I, I, I'll never forget You've seen it hurts me not to fight But in the
Memory apart after opening Feel nothing; The dream is gone Spinning in a mind overflow, Dream what reality cannot Ever make you understand A vision to
It is febuary 1998, with too many mindless bodies, walking the face of the planet, and too many mindfull bodies, without enough motivation, to do anything
I can't take this Forever I've wanted to be a lot more than just a person Not to play on the side of the humans We're forced to live and die in this
In the brain we've found a role Detach your life from mind control Evade life of being ruled DESTROY the parts that lie unused Permanence Eternity Surgery
Greenish discoloration of the abdominal wall, odour of putrefaction is noticeable, the eyeballs become soft, Irregular green patches appear over of neck
Wanted to be the first technician on a cranial autopsy The principles and practice of embalming Examination of all the head and before the incision Cavities
The box was taken to the edge of the earth There it will be safe from all the evils that exist on this world To feel all of life has been talked about
We are not dead My life is much different to yours, I can assure you You know no one like me On the outside we all look the same But behind closed doors
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The fear inside my hate filled mind The concept of eternal life... Never could you understand That life won't take you by the hand Wait... you stop to
Slit down from the thorax, to free all, the gas that should not be there, the cerebrum will have not survived, upon close examination, from the chest
Indisposed your worse thoughts your nightmares upon you There's nothing I can do but take it all from you We must stop this epidemic It's not a glossary
The uncreative juices flow from all but a selective few And even those they tend to be wasted You have taken pride in a life form that you think you know
I have often thought to myself Why some people don't eat flesh? Is it the morals that we're taught Lurking deep beneath our skin? Bodies that are constant
Torn, apart, her face, ripped from her fleshy skull, her scalp, degloved, what an horrific site, with inches from her life, and all that's left inside