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Lyrics First symptoms of Funerarium

First symptoms

I played the painter on my skin
And engraved some figures on it

Push them away!

Suppurated became my draws
The stinking precious waste

Push them away!


I poured some salt into my wounds
And softened them with cotton-wool

Push them away!

Attempted to extract this gem
The fucking black bile

Push them away!
 
 

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