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Coldest Truth

from Worthless by Chained

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I feel the blood rush to my head
My veins are pumping purest spite
You are my disease
You are my curse
You are the purest evil
The collector of our bodies wealth
Nothing more than a thief
Of the worth from my hands

I feel so barren
My living body; cold and rotting
Icy hands weigh down my chest
Solace comes in the undertow

Together we make our home in the undertow

If I could breath the coldest truth of death
One hand in the coffin the other through my chest

I feel the blood rush to my head
My hands are not my own; I am unaccountable
I feel the blood rush to my head
In our final moments truth is known as death

As death

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from Worthless, released April 23, 2013

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