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The Band That Made You Kill Yourself

My eyes bleed and drip crimson red as hundreds of maggots escape from my head
I am dead, never again to feel the touch of your loving hand
Loving in Death
I feel the presence of your essence within, I smell the fear through your trembling skin
A dying breath to speak your name, I can't feel your body so I eat your brain
Loving in Death

The words flowed like blood. The music was an orchestration of morbid madness. These nightmares will reach beyond this world.

There is a festering smell about.