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Machines they hum

A song of dread

In this sterile tomb

I'm neither living nor dead

Echoes of voices

Distant and cold

I roam through endless corridors of despair

And I just can't wake up from this nightmare...

Through silent screams

I plead for release

Shackled to this bed

I'm neither living nor dead

Visions of torment

Haunting my mind

I roam through endless corridors of despair

And I just can't wake up from this nightmare...