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Neon Synthesis Our Empty Rooms

is not to be found in our obituaries Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor In our empty rooms

Synthetic Eden Our garden of delight All roads lead to temptation here The day we lost our innocence It was a new beginning Blood never tasted so good

grow Another day has gone Is there a space for hope? No escape from here From this darkened place The tolling of a distant bell Reminds us of our fate

Psychic wounds Infected minds The new plague spreads Just close your eyes Noise - shadows - infection Flesh - silence - corruption Three steps ahead

I can't do anything but prey One day I saw a child Running through the park and smile Today I see a man Standing in an empty street Walls of words around

A bitter awakening, after the nightmare Innate anguish, instinct of death Psyche has one thousand faces And each of them is choked by pain I fell into