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Confessions, I have nothing to confess, I will not regret.
Condemned, I’m mendacious if I had not enjoyed
This has to become my routine.

Every single fuck, yes I didn`t let you go.
You were mine, my dear. Complain, numb ears, I guess.

Holding your breath will make this progress even longer for you.
Haven is a place,
where these bubbles flood up.
My wrist went too dry,
So i push a little bit.

This hair making a dark bloom, sprinkled from a little shower.
The hot air is foglike.
I hear your muffled scream.
These Eyes are getting white my the black hole enlarges

After you close your eyes, I see the beauty inside.
The room feels empty but your body is here.
Feelings hinder the weak, in my endlessness matures my imagination.
The parallels of this disturbance branch out my cravings.

I felt nothing, the moment past, your soul crumbled into pieces.
Being your last image
from this moment
there will be no recovery
Hear my voice and taste from my finger, this will be your last taste.
I devour your fear, I swallow your heart, it gives me a new life.

My bloodlust is over, the confession is done, now I can be reborn and stretch my arms around your dried corpses.

You beautiful empty vessels, you have done well to pleasure my veins with new Life.

If heaven delivers us more lies, we will answer with more corpses!

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from New Breed of an uncurable Disease, released January 30, 2015

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