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Is there really anyone there? Fall on deaf ears all of my prayers The mother of nothing The mother of sin The father of decadence within us A brother of suffering inside Why cant you look at me now ?! I hope you like what you've done to me ! Drown in your misery We need something new you made up When you give up it's never enough Or this could be the day we rise Uneased by the thought of me Only through your suffering Will you learn to forget I wonder why who will survive When we try With their life