(Instrumental Track)
You can't - Understand I still have a lot to
Too many slaves in this world
One by torture and
Black heart dead soul
Apathy and misery
Loss of control
Any of the
Your true definition of me
Your idea that I’m real
All of
What do you expect from me
Will I ever be who
This is cleansation
Go
What do you expect from me?
Will I ever
I am the constant chill
I am the versatile one
I am
There was a time I was afraid
of getting close to
As I lay this all to rest
Shadows appear reminding me
Of
I felt so alone
You left feeling so empty and needing
Can't
I felt so alone
I felt so alone
I felt so alone
I
I am the bastard son
the expendable one
War is in my
I’ve always searched for an answer
For my convictions
A troubled mind
How many times can it change
How long will I be
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