This Routine Is Hell - Without Spirit, We Roam lyrics

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This Routine Is Hell - Without Spirit, We Roam lyrics

I am the son of inexplicable decay. A culmination of the inverse of self. Inside out, a rotting corpse. Sentenced before I set foot on this Earth. The repetitive pa**ing of days is my judge. Its verdict: solitude. I repudiate sacrement. My credence: our fate is set.