Gore
What for
Macabre
Wastelands
Sicknesses are rising from the underground
One man's ma**acre for one's entertainment
Some may put their ratings on the television
But you cannot censor the imagination
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Suffering for fantasy
Keeps me wondering if we'll ever see
A sound mind for reality
To discern our dark allusions from insanity
Gore - what for
Macabre - wastelands in your soul
Images of torture te replace the pain
Many can't control promiscuity
Fade away the youth - innocence decays
The dark fruits of sin - mocking undertones
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