Steer them inside right through me, knives of my fate Soul that sinned of silence, ready to embrace No reason left for me to sit and wait for my time to come, I'm surrounded by Countless bodies rotting yet to see the light of day Every waking hour we dig our graves deeper, no hope left to live Silent suicides the consequence of this darkness we brought upon us, In my land of uncertainty Stuck in my head like a nightmare, faces from my past Death to my loved ones, life became my misery, set me free Every waking hour we dig our graves deeper, no hope left to live You curse me in my land for the last time, done being a product of society, This time you die! see less