Apoptosis
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Lyrics
And the fifth trumpet sounded. Scab-peel diatribe. Process of cellular suicide, the beauty of mourning in Five fingers. Leaves, bones. Pitiful when the host opens wide to infection. Trees, petals. Weakness in the flesh, downward flowing, self-deception.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:41
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 95 BPM