Enshrouded in the bed of steel Im backled to the chair Here I travel lonely through the air I fly The might flies by so fast Suddenly a cry beneath me I find my aircraft gone Im falling to the ground As I plunge towards my destiny The planet disappears. Here I am and ready to die But I dont stop my falling Trapped in silent nightmares As part of time as slave to death My life will never end Release me from this sickness Please talk to may abandoned soul I wish my tiny heart to finally strike the ground.
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