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The horror passes through your eyes You paralyzed with fear Pain feelings sear Depression lingers Live within all tears Now as hope and dream dies You'll scream at your demise... Precocious soul of the embryonic cell To get some more by throb of your entrails He get a grips Squirming your grisly flesh Split your skin and open inner gash He as snug as a bug in a rug Abserb the fragments of your soul From there... inner womb He get at grips Squirming your grisly flesh He take your soul His power will win Inner uterine obsorber of the soul Master of suffering - invader of the soul ..numbness your lips in a prayer Entreat about help in vain The traces of former soul run low In state of despair You'll scream at your demise Precocious soul of the embryonic cell To get some more by throb of your entrails He as snug as a bug in a rug Abserb the fragments of your soul From there... inner womb He get at grips Squirming your grisly flesh He take your soul Through the opened gash... He take your soul His power will win