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Letras:Drain S.T.H.. Unreal.

Hope is wearing thin as ice
When my feelings slowly die
Is there anyone there? Am I all alone?
Through the flesh to the bone
Thorn sticks deep inside me

Can you feel me, I am wrong
Can you see me, I am gone

I am rotting from inside
From the things I have denied
Feel the smell, feel the smell
From what once was me
I am trapped in myself buried in my body

Can you feel me, I am wrong
Can you see me so long gone

I am lost, I'm on my own
All my feelings turned to stone
To stone

Feel the smell, feel the smell
From what once was me
I am trapped in myself buried in my body

Can you feel me, I am wrong
Can you see me so long gone

I am lost, I'm on my own
All my feelings turned to stone
To stone, to stone, to stone