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Feeling broken, inside this lonely world,
Slowly becoming a creation, my body cannot be restored
I’m completely destroyed
I know I will never be the same,
For I am, a Lost Soul.

It’s too late now; I’m nothing but an empty shell
I can hear the devil laughing,
I’m already in his wretched hold

The fire that I see its already consuming me
There is no hope for this shameful domain
For I already paid the price

We are nothing but lost souls
Killing and destroying,
Trying to fill this hollow hole

This is the future that I see
The dead now walking
Nothing but this wasteland
Were all on our own