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I remember nothing, Is it true or a dream? Deep inside, I long to scream, But this monstrous silence holds me back. Now that the war with me is over, I wake up, yet I don't see, Not much remains of me, Nothing but pain feels real. Back in my mother's womb, not a dream, Life flows through me with tubes, An unknown future, who knows, Will I return among the living? [Electric guitar solo] Force-fed through pipes, A war-time wonder—living dead, Trapped in the machinery's grip, Take it away, disconnect me. The whole world vanished, I'm alone, God, help me, Darkness my prison, Horror before my eyes. [Solo guitar] Neither alive nor dead, I imprison myself, my body a cell, My face robbed of sight, Stolen lips, stolen ears, Stolen hands, stolen legs, Stolen soul, given life in hell. My face robbed of sight, Stolen lips, stolen ears, Stolen hands, stolen legs, Stolen soul, given life in hell. [Solo guitar] [End]