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(Your) Body Rots
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Thirteen point eight billion years ago the universe was born. Then you came along. You're here for an average of about eighty years and that's it. The End. Your Body Rots. Accept it and live with it.
death nihilism burial
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I sing and play about what I feel and believe. Punk and thrash.
I play what I believe. I play my life. That's all. There are so many who play to be liked... To amuse. If you like what I do, Thanks. If not... Go to somewhere Nice and Beautiful. I don't care. There's too much sh1t in the world and it needs changing for the better. Life is Crap and the future is there for us to alter. Change the world through music for your own future and that of your children.
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Genre
Rock • Punk
Charts
Peak #187
Peak in subgenre #9
Author
Abomination Angel
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Abomination Angel
Uploaded
May 09, 2018
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MP3 4.0 MB • 160 kbps • 3:32
Story behind the song
God? Religion? Are you serious? This is it. And it's pretty pointless. One day follows another until the last photon leaves the last black hole in trillions of years time. And that's the Universe.There is no sunny, lovely, happy afterlife for all eternity. And No Hell. If Hell exists, it's here and now. Yes it's shit... Then I'll die.
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Life inside your Prison - Claustrophobic Vision Night time all around. Noise without a sound Seconds turn to days - Time wears souls away Another bloody year Mired in constant fear What you do, who you are - it matters not In the end, cold and dark, Your Body Rots Understand the suffering and the pain that you are given Are there to make you realise you are living Just ignore the hurt - the pills you take won't work Madness in your head brings you closer to the dead What you think, who you are - it matters not In the end, cold and dark, your body rots From when you were begotten to when you'll be forgotten A tedious persistence, pathetic cold existence Crucify the day before you turn away Night removes your dream so nightmares come and play What you are, who you do - it matters not In the end, cold and dark, your body rots Living for your death - drawing futile breath Book the final stop inside a wooden box Every thought, every sound, lost in a waste of space A vacuum of dark despair expands to take your place As Your Body Rots
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