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Blood rust incinerate
A common threat
Your shit intent
A cold truth to bear
The sick will ride in
The sick will ride in
Like a hammer through my soul
Like a hammer through my soul
It’s not in front of me
It’s not in front of me
But sewn into my throat
My dreams will end in rust
My life will end in blood
Blood rust incinerate
Possession prayer
To take me
A prayer for control
A prayer to disappear
Pray to disappear
Control
Control
That’s not my own
