Ruins of the Old
Brain dead, descending to flame
No way to survive or have life regained
Re-animation to bring back the dead
Revive the soul, resurrect
Synthetically revived to regain control
The spirit world sends back my soul
Pierce the needle through the back of my head
Chemiclas flow, I'm revived from the dead
Brain exists, my soul descends
Re-animated, my sleep ends
The final curtain has been opened to regain my soul
Blood restores my flesh, ice cold
Awakened, now I break the silence of life
Raging uncontrollably, pummeling with spite
Re-animated
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