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Struggle with emotionFell the pain burn deepWithin our nervesThe mourning
(Instrumental)
Why can't we hearThe time must come for us to
Sickened by the feeling withinLaughing at my painForget the lies,
Denying our restlessnessFrustrations tension eludesThe past was cleanWhere thoug
In agony we are now twisted unblessedWe must strive, repulsed
Stare at the dark foreboding wallsI turn and look awayThe
After all warsWe lie, as shelter fallsThe world is but
Locked inside this peaceful tombEntwined on seas of endless blissThe