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Indisposed your worse thoughts your nightmares upon youThere's nothing I can do but take it all from youWe must stop this epidemicIt's not a glossary of the embalming processAs you rot and take on a smellPutrid stench all over...That's the reason that you've had enough?Why is death treated as something you must learn to revereWhy are all our bodies left to rotWhy should we thankful for your false appreciationWhy must we know everything about lifeConstrain the limbs and suspect my containmentA grizzly scene, blood is all I see nowSuch a laborious task and a jumbled messTo confront and clean up as I look deep insideWhy is death treated as something you must learn to revereWhy are all our bodies left to rotWhy should we be thankful for your false appreciationWhy do we never think, question it inspect itUpon inspection I saw nothing out of placeSaw nothing that would require more timeLetras de cancionesI know that it's just a job for some people butYou can't see it the way I see it, it is my lifeIt's my lifeIndisposed your worst thoughts your nightmares upon youThere's nothing I can do but take it all from youWe must stop this epidemicIt's not a glossary of the embalming processAs you rot and take on a smellPutrid stench all over...That's the reason that you've I had enough?There is no god! From Letras Mania