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Şarkı Sözleri with a hose no one will ever find you The smell of your carrion hangs low in the street weeks of returning to relax in the meat Butchery/morgue meets day-spa retreat The smell of the carnage begin the excretement Choice picked tidbits of ligaments I mix for an afternoon sludge soup constantly craving, needing to eat shit No escape from this place life condemned to rot pulpy ulcerous filaments gagged snot and clots