those landscapes you see
are not made of life at all
they are mades of death
they're like a cancer that's covering the earth
and everything you see is just
grey walls and wasteland around
I lost my voice I lost my thoughts
and pain is tearing me appart
heart on ice, this heart's on ice
is weak and frail, so weak and frail.
red light blue light flashing fear
there's too much stone around here
another door slammed on my face
and you don't bother to here
it is dark no noise arond me
when I was in that state
red blood eyes flame in the sky
and walls are breathing by hate
nothing new in the dying sun
and on the western front
a perfect reflection a senseless action
suburban homes you know
I lost my head I lost my faith
and pain is tearing me appart
and everything I see is just
grey walls and wasteland around
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