Worms On Concrete
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Worms On Concrete
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Grind my flesh
I see death beneath me
Pierce my heart
The slash of wounds within me
With spears of coal
Bringing back to basics
Take me away
Inside of head, these thorns grab hold
Dust is what remains of a crucified soul
Taken a apart piece by piece
From a living being to a piece of meat
Take these thoughts inside
Back to where I cried
Take these thoughts inside
Back to where I died
Through the throat
The stinging pain of sorrow
Into my gut
I reap the sins atoned so
Stuck in deep
Everything feels hollow
Take me away
Taken away, from me
All I had, to give
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Flawed Element performs "Worms On Concrete", and this lyric page sits inside the Flawed Element catalog on LyroVerse.
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