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Chimaira Resurrection

Free at last finally tasting happiness 5 years of hell for nothing trapped inside the minds of failures A wise man once said That which does not kill

Black heart dead soul Apathy and misery Loss of control Any of the above would describe me I hate being inhuman All I do is fuck everything up Someone

Another day another town another city It's all the same And I used to find comfort in all of this It's an excuse to deviate from the norm Pathetic isn

Years ago they came to me, claiming they would protect me Their fingers felt like silk, and lips tasted like candy They were my everything, something

What's that behind her back (her back) Suffocated with a plastic bag she grasps for air next struggle her feet are nailed to the floor Whoa Carving

Too tired to figure it out my head is spinning My heart is so drained right now I think I'm slipping On, my last nerve I'll get what I deserve I need

Her eyes opened After that terrible night Would she ever be the same A revelation of her own demise No one left but herself to blame Her silence only

Brown yellow and white diseases Plague the streets with a vile stench The smell of shit and piss fill the air So fucking disgusting Day and night feed