Annotations of an Autopsy
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Born Dead

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Born Dead

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The sound of laughter inside your head,

don't you wish you were Born

dead.

The sound of laughter inside you head,

makes you wish you were Born

dead.

Born dead, you make me fucking sick!

No future, no guilt, destined to

walk the line of mediocrity.

Nothing can become of what is born dead.

A

society taken in by your wall of smoke.

cloaking your face, a disposable

entity.

Born with the intent to breath but never achieving your goal.

The

sound of laughter inside you head,

don't you wish you were Born dead.

the

sound of laughter inside you head.

makes you wish you were Born dead.

Born

dead, you make me fucking sick!

The entire human race will acknowledge you

as the earths biggest mistake.

Existence is defective by nature, as we lie in

our own filth and stagnate.

Failure was inevitable.

Close your eyes, and

prey that you don't wake up.

Lay in your own filth, you have no future, no

guilt.

Destined to walk the line of mediocrity.

We, We took your soul,

there was no remorse as we dug your grave.

You were a cancer and we cut you

out.

We, We took your soul, there was no remorse as we Buried you

and they'll

be no tears as we spit upon your grave.

The sound of laughter inside you

head,

don't you wish you were Born dead.

the sound of laughter inside you

head,

makes you wish you were Born dead.

Born dead, you make me fucking sick!

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