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Our sentences

Are sacrifices

That condemn us to complete our destination.

No one is eternal,

No one is someone

We're only a piece of flesh

Travelling in fantasy.

A dead man walking,

Searching right time to desist

And at last find the eternal rest.

That man is falling to deep,

And nobody can help him

In the darkness that he build.

But we know that,

There's no salvation,

Just confrontations,

Living and finally die!

And slowly dying,

Dragging the chains that one is forging

With bloody hands.

That man is dead

Just hasn't found something to believe

Cause that man is me

A dead man walking,

Searching right time to desist

And at last find the eternal rest,

And slowly dying

Dragging the chains

That one is forging

And I just reach out to death,

Death!

Death!

Death!