Twisting neath this putrid skin*
Like burning thorns in this rotten flesh
Fade to the night my child
The skin is numb
Twisted grin, terror sweat
A state of peace
As above, so below
Forevermore, nevermore
Dead but dreaming
The eye is all-seeing
Dead but dreaming
Is your master made of lies
Crawling through this useless shell
Hallucinating in this dream-like state
Within me is all and everything
Chaos shall reign

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