| Roaming the halls of the wasteland
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| Watching the mindless bodies decay
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| This place is a prison
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| With only one way to escape
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| Disintegration of the mind
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| Surge of anxiety
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| Cannot compute mental decomposing
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| Raging dementia apprehending sanity
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| False awakenings endlessly compromising
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| Purged and forgotten
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| Soaked in disdain
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| Mass psychosis drawing near
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| Frayed and ashamed
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| Paralyzed in decrepit skin
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| Soiled by the stains in which they make
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| Let death grip them with destiny
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| Do not make haste to resuscitate
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| Bastardized in a shell they wait
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| For animalized intervention
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| Protect not from afterlife
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| Eternal sleep thou shall create
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| Roaming the halls of the wasteland
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| Watching the mindless bodies decay
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| Wandering adrift to the mind’s dismay
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| This place is a prison
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| With only one way to escape
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| Age lest bestow salvation on the soul
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| On your knees praying at the death bed of a kindred spirit
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| Eternally they must not sleep
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| Futile request
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| Portrait less walls availing to sorrow and agony
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| Casually cast away
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| Embellished by the apparatus life is blossoming
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| Potions drip into the vein
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| A vain attempt to wash soiled hands clean |