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WEARY, THEY RISE AT DAWN EMPTY-EYED AND EMPTY-SOULED

FROM AN ETERNAL SLEEP, FROM A DYING MODE,

A DAILY RITUAL OF SUFFERING HIDDEN BEHIND A FAKE GRIN

TORMENT ENGRAVED ON THEIR SHALLOW FACE

STARING AT LIFE THROUGH THE HOURGLASS

BEARING EACH DAY BACK TO THE SHINING SUN

KILLING TIME WAITING FOR DUSK TO SHINE

OBSESSIVELY CRAWLING THE STREETS SEEKING SOMETHING

EYES BLACKENED BY DAYLIGHT AND PALE GREY SKINNED

INSIDE THE WORLD, A WORLD WHERE END BEGINS

IS THAT THE WORLD, WE ARE LEFT TO REIGN IN?

BEING OF SHADE, YOUR TURNING WAS SILENT

SLOWLY EVOLVING GIVING CONTROL OF YOUR MIND

TO A SAVIOUR, A SILENT MASTER

TO A GOD DEVOURING HIS CHILD

CONSUMED BY VIRTUAL DELUSIONS

EXCISTING, ONLY WITHIN THIS REALM

REDUCED TO BEARING A LIFE REMOTE

AS A BURDEN, A CURSE, A CURSE THAT SHALL NOT PASS

WEARY, THEY RISE AT DAWN EMPTY-EYED AND EMPTY-SOULED

INSIDE THE WORLD, A WORLD WHERE END BEGINS

IS THAT THE WORLD, WE ARE LEFT TO REIGN IN?