 Now that we've reached the end, and I'm the only one surviving,
I'm just waiting for the morning light to touch my skin, warm my heart,
But I see a dead world at sunrise, a dead world at sunrise
And nothing can reverse the state.
Who now will pray and save my soul when hell ascends and calls my name?
I'm alone, so forth and so on.
Their faces left, I'm longing for death, I'm in torture, torture...
It's all that's left of my memories.
The cold hard truth, bitter and sweet,
Though I can't touch them, see them,
They are there, silent...
They listen, silent though they listen.
They listen, silent though they listen.
But I see a dead world at sunrise, a dead world at sunrise
And nothing can reverse the state.
We are still one.
Oh yes, I'm back
I'm left missing pieces of myself, of myself.
Missing pieces of myself, of myself, of myself.
Missing pieces of myself, of myself, of myself.
(...Then I looked, and I heard a messenger flying in midheaven, shouting aloud, "Woe, woe, woe to those who dwell upon the earth, because of the voices of those who are yet to sound!")
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