halls of death, and ruthless enemies
they have all deserved to be in there
hearts are full of grief, dissapointment
dreadfull nightmares dwelling into your mind
since you have been declerated as an ornament
your are the prisoner of your own obsessions
pressure on the walls of your own mind
pressure of your never existed life and hopes
heads are saturated they are still smiling
into your head they are still screaming
halls of dead, ruthless enemies
schizophrenic... torment...
this is the gash
eternal sleep
your are drawned in love but you are betraying
despite yout anger and begging you are isolated

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