You, screaming for company
You, struggling for release
You, longing for your own rescue
Seizing the chance to sacrifice your life
You found the one trading artificial death for chemical life
I certainly won't act like the one in need of help
All my life I've dealt with death
Now I'm stuck out of reality
They drag me down like quicksands
I’m sick of all these ghosts
They just make it worse
A whole cemetery weighing heavy on my legs
I'm running on empty, I'm running on the place
Fast on the road to Ruinland
If I could just bend the time back
I wouldn’t let the reign of chaos begin
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