This place, is this place really Hell?
I've been dreaming of lands
Barren and burned, and dead
My mouth, sewn together my feet
Bearing chains heavy as my sins
I am bleeding
We never lived
We were never alive
We just floated through existence
Slow and alone
This place, is it all in my head?
Empty houses, farms lying in ruin
Withered crops
Home, is this place my home?
Am I lying dead somwhere in my house
Or just asleep?
We never lived
We were never alive
We just floated through existence
Slow and alone
We never lived
We were never alive
We just floated through existence
Slow and alone

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