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• Artiste: Shadow of Intent
• Titre: They Murdered Sleep
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Blast after blast Again, wake up as the mind unravels Night after night, projectiles coming down The psychological aspects of fear and sleep deprivation are now entwined Fortitude rots away over time Awakening prostrated Contrasting unnatural susceptibility to the awaiting crimes And the mundanity resuming The glaring absolute protest of no escape Arisen, the dormant The breaking of spirit The organic process of surrendering to the norm Bitterly enraged, though I have become I hate this fucking life of mine And now I bury the dead Another day filling a ditch The streets littered with debris Still coming to terms, this cannot be happening Imprisoned Invigorated mirth Soon this city of the dead used for resource Left barren, none shall escape nor be able to flee A walking, breathing regret Where there is no solace left They fucking murdered sleep I suffer bitterly, when I look at what they have done to me And I am one of the trapped, but am not one of a few For there are many afflicted here Long since forgotten, gazing headlong into fathomless darkness Wake each night to sirens Pray to evade the warheads It all seems random, arbitrary They murdered sleep Terror salvos keep me awake For death wails above me