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Blank stares, from a broken men

Abandoned, confused, left for dead

Web of lies, crippled our minds

Always the same but will you, rise inside?

Weak and sick, throughout diseases

Got to cross these paths that leads to nowhere

Despite the pain, now I can see

All the wasted years of dark insanity

Doom above and death behind

We never wonder why we are crawling down the path

Sleepwalking death, rise inside

It's not enough just to open your eyes

Hollow sounds, sewn up mouth

Wasted, maimed, deaf for cries

Fall from grace, infested minds

Somewhere between an excile and life, trapped inside

Weak and sick...

Doom above...

The Doom above

And death behind

Sleepwalking kind

They stuggling

They crawling

They faling down

Restless breaths, full of pain

Helpless, alone, won't make a move

An empty shell, of dying light

All which is black suits us well, deep inside

Weak and sick...

Doom above...