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All I see out there are dead trees and endless snow.
Springtime won't come for me.
My body's twisted and corrupted.

My brain still can think, but my head is like a broken shell.
Lips can't say a word, my tongue's like a sleeping worm.

Eyes yet can see from this revolted bed of mine,
and my mind try to escape this tomb.
Please death take me away tonight.

Snow in the wind like thousands of white flies.
My back is bleeding and i cannot feel the pain.
Gangrene is devouring my shell.
Like a lost soul I wanna burn in hell.

I'm not a man anymore.
I'm like the roots of those trees out there.
Growing old i'm digging my way
to the coffin i'll be in tomorrow.

I feel the wind out there,
blowing and giving me peace.
"Listen to the sound of silence" it says.
I'm getting used to it yet I'm still here

I just wanna feel alive once more, not being just a corpse.
I wanna love once more, and cry once more,
before the next stage of decomposition.

All that's left is my obsession, obsession for death.
To the snow and the trees I introduce myself:
"I am the living dead.
.. I am the living dead!!!"

All that's left is my obsession, obsession for death.
to the snow and the trees I introduce myself:
"I am, the living, dead!!!"

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