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Start with stealing a body Followed by a soul Hidden too deep under the black earth A demon's birth Close to the end but undying Innocence hasn't paid the toll There is no brighter future left for you Raw, plain, suffering Revolting and obscene And no one pays The end is coming The tides are turning A broken jaw whispers a name Newborn lying on the floor Learned to count to forty four Wet, cold and mangled Skin was cut with a finger Smoke fills every crack Broken bones that will never be healed And burns that won't scab Do you believe in a Kami? All powerful hate No amount of begging on this earth Could change your fate Raw, plain, suffering Revolting and obscene And no one pays The end is coming The tides are turning A broken jaw whispers a name Newborn lying on the floor Learned to count to forty four Wet, cold and mangled Exhausted of counting, the days had turned to nothing A newborn, a body, a scream that no one ever heard A final last triumph, returning to the earth The end is coming The tides are turning A broken jaw whispers a name