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Disease X - Qual
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Disease X Qual

Disease X - Qual
Always death
He says
His mind bends in mysterious
Ways
Always death he craves
Thoughts of throwing himself
Into the flames

I need you to nurse me
Lay your ivory hands on me
Ressurect the dead
Cast upon
Thy sorcery
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