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Through The Eyes Of The Dead - Force Fed Trauma

Through The Eyes Of The Dead
Like a thousand plagues over my soul
And the smell coming from behind the trees makes me sick
It bring sflash backs from the past haunting me
Reddish gold and silver a hint of rust and blood my eyes
They burn from the dying embers once known as me
They suffocate the dying embers once known as me
I can't make out the names on the wall
They're rusted and covered with blood
Take my hands force feed me trauma
Take my hands and nail them together
Take all that i see and force feed me trauma as the candle light fades
My hands are nailed together
My eyes burn one last kiss from my sweet sarin
Force fed trauma!

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