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VERSE 2: Feeling a pinch, the needle pushes through your skin, Cling to your life - as it leaves you. Fear your demise, the king of terrors laughs at you, Choking the life - from your body. Fingers of doom, disable workings of the mind, Crippled despot - helpless butcher. Consciousness fights, the horror of reality, Forfeit your breath - meet your maker. VERSE 3: Sink to your grave, pass to the pit of Acheron, Endless new life - tempter's minion. Bodies lie cold, the menace has been rendered null, Seek to exist - termination. Debt now is paid, abomination lies at rest, Nemesis met - vindication. Sentenced long past, the horror of reality, Haunting the mind - lingers onward. |