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Nine Hundred DaysNine hundred days of constant pain
Reoccuring nightmares without a break
All these things I've left to recollect
Found them broken longing for my past
Agonizing seclusion
Crippling my senses with distress
Burn this remembrance
Preaching the Crisis DisciplineIn the middle of the amaranthine garden
Bodies struggling to get hold of a throat
To catch, cut and put a stop to this madness
If only they could clutch their fingers
Tombstones do not look for a name anymore
The last words of the dead are long forgotten
These roads become our graves
Sewn Shut EyesBury your head into the earth
Take a look at the world from here
Open your eyes without doubt
Can you see it clearer now?
The last flower you took from the soil
All of your fears become real