I'm lost among the fog, I only reach to see
Sorrow in faces of dead, insipid mean of things
I don't want to die in burial surface
Walking like dead lying to grave
Distorted impressions

I don't want to die in an illusory world
Nail my soul to the cross, on this plane... like holograms

I'm falling down in black
I want to erase everything

Take my voice drowing
Take my life breeding
Scourge my soul praying
Kill my mind breathing

I'm walking bty concrete graves
And I only see the death
Darkness and cold every part
The fog will rise with blood

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