Hear me rot
The fumes will make your forehead hot
I stink too much to pretend
Organs torn and skin all rent
I've been down there in the ground
Putrefaction will put down there again
Whoa, yes, I am dead
It's deadness borne of injury (the pain)
Yes I've paid the price (of ignorance)
And I can never pay anything again
If I have to I can stain anything
I smell strong (strong)
I am invincible (because I'm already vinced)
I am corpse
You can bend me and even break me
because it only serves to make me
Get ever further past the final goal
I won't come back any stronger
Not a novice any longer
Because you've snapped the connection with my soul
(I'm dead)
I am corpse, watch me ooze
See me lying toe to missing toe
As I spread my miasma across the land
Flies see a place to put their embryos
With a long, long way to flow
Until I make my brother retch on the coat stand
If I have to I can stain anything
I smell strong (strong)
I am invincible (because I'm already minced)
I am corpse!
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New failcomment system also fails to publish my comments, it's not limited to yours. Keep trying, it will usually work, eventually.
Blogger deliberately trying to kill itself, I expect.
Captchas should be off. If it gives you one anyway, it's against my explicit instructions.