Trapped and so alone
This cell is my grave
A shell of a mad being
I am the silent slave
Alone in the darkness
Is where I bide my time
A solitary sentence
For a forgotten crime
Head bowed waiting for death
Sorrowful as I gaze upon my broken flesh
Driven by instinct, a moral disease
Born without mercy, a killing breed
A shell void of emotion
Except a love of despair and death
To witness their final notion
The struggle before their final breath
Locked in darkness
Until the end of days
Slowly becoming
A slave to the grave
(Solo – Farrington)
For sixty seven years
He was forced to wait
No matter the blood and tears
For his mind it was too late
Destroyed and decrepid
A man you once were
Through the chaos of time
A creature you now are
(Solo – Tupman)
(Solo – Aston)
Locked in darkness
Until the end of days
Slowly becoming
A slave to the grave
A true reflection
Of the withered conscience inside
In this beast of a being
In which all humanity has died
Left to rot
You son of a whore
To this world
You’re a burden no more
Revelation, desperation
For redemption I have looked
Everything forsaken
Since my life and soul they took

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