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waiting for thy tribunal, to pay for all what you've done


praying for your innocence, to get back the life you have lost


imaginary words you hear, around your head it's dark and fears are growing and rising from the depths of your soul


to your brain, to your mind, to the cause of all

oh god, oh god please help me!


it's me, the one you've never heard before


but now I'm sick and tortured

I need your help, please give me your hand


...I would take your little finger as well

it's cold and dark within my mind


no hope, not future, no time left


it's cold, I'm lonely within my mind


no hope to escape, from this way down to hell