The stench and decay, the dreams that fade away
The world of this day, is a nightmare, and a stain
A path of no return, grudges held and angers burn
What to do to escape, embrace destiny, deny fate
There is nothing inside us, forcing us to discern
So we wander in the empty waste, and surrender
For our way is lost, and our future forsaken
The dead are gathered, stacked like fire wood
Our hopes have all been abandoned, mistaken
Starving for affection, emotion, or a cure
From the poison of wormwood, and malaise
The stakes of existence have been raised
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