Whitechapel - Single File To Dehumanization | Текст песни

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We march.
It seems as though years have passed since I have seen the light of day.
I can hear the sounds of tortured souls begging for their life.

I am forsaken.
I cannot be forsaken.

We march perfectly aligned to an unknown destination.
Whispering among the drones becomes irrelevant.

We're forsaken.
Unexplainable, someone save us from, someone save us.
Unexplainable, someone save us from, someone save us.
Unexplainable, someone save us from, someone save us.
Unexplainable, someone save us from, someone save us.

We are slaves to ourselves.
We are slaves, there is no salvation.
We are slaves to ourselves.
We are slaves, there is no salvation.
We are slaves to ourselves.
We are slaves, there is no salvation.
We are slaves to ourselves.
We are slaves, there is no salvation.

In this wasteland, I have nothing left.
I'm a slave to myself.
In this wasteland, I have nothing left.
I'm a slave to myself.

We are slaves to ourselves.
We are slaves, there is no salvation.

I am forsaken.
I cannot be forsaken.

We march.
It seems as though years have passed since I have seen the light of day.
I can hear the sounds of tortured souls begging for their life.

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