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I'm the concrete leper sickness repulsion embodied But hear the sermon escaping my vermin mouth You might even stay with me in the dirt I'm soaked in putrid sewage risen from empty words To you a legion of nausea I'm your sins I'm your crown of thorn

Born of perfection, emotions must die a surface soo flawless - still empty inside A search for enlightment, with blindfolded eyes if truth came to visit - you would kill it with lies Uncover the world cause I´m sick of it all... Stand and deliver, be