Fist in Fetus: Emancipation


Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Compelled to leave from an eternal tomb
bright, pain hits eyes, a taste of predetermined doom
cold, hurts the skin, red flow is getting weak
loud, need for rest, imprisonment with ignorance seems sweet

New flesh
New flesh
born

New flesh
New flesh
born to live alone

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Steel meets skin, makes its way through
set apart, what once was one is two
no turning back, we’re on the hook now
shout as a sign, a fresh entrant for ongoing self-conscious suicide

New flesh
New flesh
born

New flesh
New flesh
born to die alone

(better unborn)