Empty rooms, broken windows
Tired faces, piles of ashes
Spiderwebs, dusty floors
Closed doors, endless chores

People walking around in circles, getting nowhere
Standing still in flames, going nowhere

Kertosäe:
Life in this place ain't understood
The pieces never fit
Someone please save us
From this dead world

Icy roads, frozen trees
Cold nights, rainy days
Shattered dreams, hopeless lives
Vacant eyes, stone dead souls

People digging their own graves, cutting their own ropes
Shooting bullets at their own fucking heads

Kertosäe

Someone save us from this dead world x2

Kertosäe x2

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