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Eyes are glaring red with a conscious set to kill
Nostrils flared and eyebrows parallel
Thriving on the chaos and the suffering I have caused on you all
A dispute of man and diabolical beast
How could one cipher such a malevolent being
I am certain of humanity's demise
We are the disease that spreads amongst this filthy race
I am certain of humanity's demise
Man will inspire the works of a new era of corruption
Now that I can control the orifice of mankind
I am glad inform, you're all in a world of shit
Coprophagia would be the only solution
Open your fucking mouth and ingest what you are
Silent you will remain while I invoke my presence on your world
Urges I must satisfy again and again
Inside a shell festering is mind of a bastard child
Cover the earth with the blood of this lamb
We are the disease that spreads amongst this filthy race
Collect the dust of the ones who have fallen to the lies
It is your last resort to a wretched memory
Take this life for granted and hold it tight
For we have you all under control because
We are the disease
Man will inspire the works of a new era of corruption
God damn you all
Eyes are glaring red with a conscious set to kill   Nostrils flared and eyebrows parallel   Thriving on the chaos and the suffering I have caused on you all   A dispute of man and diabolical beast   How could one cipher such a malevolent being   I am certain of humanity's demise   We are the disease that spreads amongst this filthy race   I am certain of humanity's demise   Man will inspire the works of a new era of corruption   Now that I can control the orifice of mankind   I am glad inform, you're all in a world of shit   Coprophagia would be the only solution   Open your fucking mouth and ingest what you are   Silent you will remain while I invoke my presence on your world   Urges I must satisfy again and again   Inside a shell festering is mind of a bastard child   Cover the earth with the blood of this lamb   We are the disease that spreads amongst this filthy race   Collect the dust of the ones who have fallen to the lies   It is your last resort to a wretched memory   Take this life for granted and hold it tight   For we have you all under control because   We are the disease   Man will inspire the works of a new era of corruption   God damn you all
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