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Cant call myself a kid no more, my muscles have been more than sore,

Im Trudging through dark corridors, spitting horrorcore/

Go steal some bodies from a morgue, let them grow a little mold,

Pack a meal with their toes and feed it to a homeless whore/

Devil detours promising roads, to the dungeons of remorse,

Where guilty souls bleed through their pores, feeling of a living corpse/

My sanity is falling short, relentless, yes i lock all doors,

Carve lyrics with my nails to feel the pain as I quote Allan Poe/

I still be dreaming with his hoe, Annabel Lee that's what he called her

Every night i pull her trousers, and sleep inside her Sepulcher/