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We march!

It seems, as though years have passed

since I have seen the light of day,

I can hear the sounds of tortured

souls begging for their life.

I am forsaken,

I can not be forsaken!

We march perfectly aligned

to an unknown destination.

Whispering among the drones

becomes irrelevant, We're forsaken

Unexplainable,

someone save us from.

Someone save us...

We are slaves

to ourselves.

We are slaves,

there is no salvation.

We are slaves

to ourselves.

We are slaves,

there is no salvation.

In this wasteland,

I have nothing left.

I'm a slave to myself!

In this wasteland,

I have nothing left.

I'm a slave to myself!

We are slaves

to ourselves.

We are slaves,

there is no salvation.

I am forsaken,

I can not be forsaken.

We march!

It seems, as though years have passed

since I have seen the light of day,

I can hear the sounds of tortured

souls begging for their life.