| Bloodshot eyes awakend from an easy slumber
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| Limbs all white and stiff slowly coming to life
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| Sheets are drenched in sweat from nightly terrors
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| Joylessly a new dawn is welcomed
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| The day is wasted on rituals whithout meaning
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| As night descends the dreams return-
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| -… To fill my bed again
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| Blood shot eyes awaken from a restless slumber
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| Skin is white and cold, heart barely beats
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| Escaping slowly from drowsy realms of horror
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| Reluctant to awake yet terrified to sleep
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| Weep for me
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| Weep for what I have done
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| Cry like the cryers of ancient times
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| Weep for me
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| Weep for what I have done
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| There’s no hope in hell it can ever-
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| — be undone
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| Going trought the motions
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| Keeping the madness at day
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| Blocking all emotions
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| For fear thel’ll wash my soul away
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| Behind me the past comes clawing trough
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| The veils of guilt and suppression I drapped-
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| — Around you
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| My memory is obscured by clouds of time
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| I ask myself a painfull question, woud I still-
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| — recognize… my son
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| Running from what’s comming
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| At least in my dreams I can run
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| Hiding from the blackness
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| That engulfs my room, my bed, my lungs
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| Behind my the past comes clawing trough
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| The years of grief and depression I sufferd-
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| — for you
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| My memory, little pieces still remain
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| I make myself a painfull promise-
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| — To visit your grave — My son… |