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Left for dead, nameless, unknown

Maimed bodies, skulls and scattered bones

Piercing eyes glowing from shadows

Picked apart by the bugs and hungry crows

Come on, Come on Myling

Gather round to sing the demon screams

Your guilt will haunt all your dreams

But not as much as our hatred brings

But what

They don't

Mother fucking know

Is that we will

Continue to grow

But what

They don't

Mother fucking know

Is that

We will

Put you in a

Whole lot sorrow from our creators mistakes

And how such abandonment

Can make a heart break

All we want - is a name and plot to call own

Put to rest our haggard skin and bury our crumbled bones

For those of us that were buried under dirty rotten floors

We curse the womb makers who didn't want us anymore

Drinking blood like drunken deranged leach

Just Waiting for the heart to breach

All we want - is a name engraved on our headstone

A place to lay our weary head

And rest our forgotten soul

But you left us to fend for ourselves out in the cold

Now we roam this wicked world

In a body that never grows old