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Decomposition
Lying in this thick vegetation;
Slowly decomposing
Waiting for a call from the heavens
No answer comes
My patience grows thin
Oh well, I guess I'll just lie here and waste away
My starving soul cries out to be fed
Cries out to be comforted
Cries out to feel alive
Slowly decomposing
Waiting for a call from the heavens
No answer comes
My patience grows thin
Oh well, I guess I'll just lie here and waste away
My starving soul cries out to be fed
Cries out to be comforted
Cries out to feel alive
Published 31st Dec 2010
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