I'm alone, in this little death that some may call life
So confused, tattered, torn apartStill waiting to be lifted from this prison of my flesh
To be set free from this painCrushed I am between the sliding doors of life
And the chances I've been given, but still aloneMistake for a creation
Fault in the product line
Mass-produced , dehumanized
Cast out to oblivionI can't raise my head up high
I've been pressed down to the ground
Left alone to suffer in the silence of lonely soulsOne day I will defeat this everlasting misery and reach for the skies Where you areMistake for a creation
Fault in the product line
Mass-produced, dehumanized
Cast out to oblivionCrushed I am between the sliding doors of life
And the chances I've been given, but still aloneMistake for a creation
Fault in the product line
Mass-produced, dehumanized
Cast out to oblivion