Dry Lonely Tears
The lights circle the room
Shining on all those plastic faces
Traces of a life that once was held
So deep inside of their marble eyes
Call for help through dry lonely tears
BLACKNESS
Deep, down inside their rotting hearts
The bleeding seems to never stop flowing
Growing, Multiplying, Dying, Never Trying
It's only a listless freedom of crying heroes
SILENCE
The music stops, Hearts stops beating
No more banging in your ears as you sleep
Drifting off to that place where tomorrow is
And today never comes to those who believe
Relieving bones of their muscles weight
The freight circles the room
Plastic faces look as you pass by
Places of your life lived fade away
To the areas of the mind forgot by man
And now it's too late to call for help through dry lonely tears
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