Machines they hum
A song of dread
In this sterile tomb
I'm neither living nor dead
Echoes of voices
Distant and cold
I roam through endless corridors of despair
And I just can't wake up from this nightmare
Through silent screams
I plead for release
Shackled to this bed
I'm neither living nor dead
Visions of torment
Haunting my mind
I roam through endless corridors of despair
And I just can't wake up from this nightmare