Hidden to the naked eye Poisoned by atrocities Slow death seeps rotting out of the soil
An empty shell of his former self A breathing corpse, a ghost alive The constant onslaught of pity and guilt That can drive a man to take his own life Medication blunting the pain Deaden the urge to escape To be rid of the horrors this swelling loss of insanity
Only time will heal the wounds Salvation from becoming a breathing corpse A ghost alive
A mind left scarred warped and mangled From the twisted faces of the dead
Only time will heal the wounds Salvation from becoming a breathing corpse A ghost alive
Each waking day Merely a curse in disguise Subjected to visions Of blood and murder in reprise
Crushing dreams of normalcy Fleeting thoughts of perseverance Are barely enough to survive
An empty shell of his former self A breathing corpse, a ghost alive The constant onslaught of pity and guilt That can drive a man to take his own life