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The human skull of the society falls
Raising like a vehement relic
The look of the crawling eternal soul
They are the dispatched and sick
Disinter the graves for their rotten corpse
Dreaming away to the life in the past
Walking in sickness of sore and the cough
Their life is in pieces at last
They suffer in eternal life
They are the dispatched and sick
