And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my eyes
Goodbye, They breathe but cannot scream They have no tools to build voices They wait in fetal position Martyrs on altars of mistakes The martyr They
: A day not to forget The machine has collapsed under the program it's been given Look inside the broken shell Look inside the broken shell To see the
: Breathe Come out of your stare Touch the ground with your prayers Breathe out the lies Breathe His words were sharpened hooks beneath your skin You
: And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my
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: I desire the end The touch of armageddon This world encased in flames... Bodies lie beneath fallen kingdoms... ...I walk on fallen kingdoms... ...I
thing I can offer All you know is entropy Still you shine as the sunrise But inside I can hear your spirit die Your spirit dies from the inside Your spirit dies from
: Ashes to ashes dust to dust Beautiful child turnig into stone With your eyes so dim I shudder Bitterness runs through your soul Like small children
: A dark cold sound... A dark cold sound tears the life I'm given Ignite the vision The vision that brought cold wind against my childhood soul. The
: Realization comes through reaping Reality contained in quite My companions are walking corpses I am buried with your words Turned their backs to me
[Instrumental]
A day not to forget The machine has collapsed under the program it's been given Look inside the broken shell Look inside the broken shell To see the
Breathe Come out of your stare Touch the ground with your prayers Breathe out the lies Breathe His words were sharpened hooks beneath your skin You left
And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my
Realization comes through reaping Reality contained in quite My companions are walking corpses I am buried with your words Turned their backs to me Scared