Empty shelves, hollow corridors A daunting smell, never felt before
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Compassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anyway
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A strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I force
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the needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on...
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Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turns
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It's not fair, it's not fair undead
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Undead
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| Tad Morose |
