We are the Dead
We are the dead
Standing, surrounded by graves
Our idol destroys or saves.
No difference between loyal and rebel slaves.
One step forward, one step back
Like sheep to the slaughter, we are forever led.
To dust do soulless flesh collapse
Full of feelings we will never know
Hearts stopped beating long ago.
Love the master
Blessed to die faster.
Stillborn children walking the earth
Marked to die at birth
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