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Why can't I breath, still I see.
Dead on the table, try to move, I'm not able to.
They said I have died, I still feel alive.
I won't believe their lies, I can still see through these... eyes.
Help me, I'm not dead, wake me from this hell, tell me I'm alive, Dead.

Knives cutting into me, scalpels rip me.
Screaming into their deaf ears, now they stop and see my tears.
Help me, I'm not dead, wake me from this hell, tell me I'm alive, Dead.

I can't stop the visions, stop the premonitions.
My soul can't escape the boundaries of my flesh.
My heart does not beat, my spirit does not rest.

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