I'm alone, in this little death that some may call life So confused, tattered, torn apart
Still waiting to be lifted from this prison of my flesh To be set free from this pain
Crushed I am between the sliding doors of life And the chances I've been given, but still alone
Mistake for a creation Fault in the product line Mass-produced , dehumanized Cast out to oblivion I can't raise my head up high I've been pressed down to the ground Left alone to suffer in the silence of lonely souls
One day I will defeat this everlasting misery and reach for the skies where you are
Mistake for a creation Fault in the product line Mass-produced, dehumanized Cast out to oblivion
Crushed I am between the sliding doors of life And the chances I've been given, but still alone
Mistake for a creation Fault in the product line Mass-produced, dehumanized Cast out to oblivion