Из альбома: Project Silence
I'm alone, in this little death
That some may call life
So confused, tattered, torn apart
Still waiting to be lifted
From this prison of my flesh
To be set free from this pain
Crushed I am between
The sliding doors of life
And the chances I've been given
but still Alone
Mistake for a creation
Fault in the product line
Massproduced, dehumanized
Cast out to oblivion
I can't raise my
head up high
I've been pressed down to the ground
Left alone to suffer
in the silence of lonely souls
One day I will defeat
this everlasting misery
and reach for the skies
where you are