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The Exanimate And The Movement.

Feel the insanity, speaking about thoughts

As scavenger devouring flesh,

Trapped by thoughts of self-destruction

Crumbling away day by day.

The exit doesn’t exist in this maze,

Scream out, the voice has been stolen.

Programmed machine that must be,

The Exanimate and the Movement.

Weak Mind sees the tragic decline

Shadows darken over the eyes.

Empty words whispering poems of death

Can it feel it is real or unreal?

Hidden with fear into the madness

Tortured by an unholy god,

Arranged to say goodbye to

The prison of human form.

The exit doesn’t exist in the maze,

Scream out, the voice has been stolen.

Programmed machine that must be,

The Exanimate and the Movement.

Weak Mind sees the tragic decline

Shadows darken over the eyes.

Empty words whispering poems of death

Can it feel if it is real or unreal?