[bad word]  [bad word] projectsilence

I'm alone, in this little death 
That some may call life 
So confused, tattered, torn apart 

Still waiting to be lifted 
From this prison of my flesh 
To be set free from this pain 
 [bad word] I am between 
The sliding doors of life 
And the chances I've been given 
but still Alone 

Mistake for a creation 
Fault in the product line 
Massproduced, dehumanized 

Cast out to oblivion 

I can't raise my 
head up high 
I've been pressed down to the ground 
Left alone to suffer 
in the silence of lonely souls 

One day I will defeat 
this everlasting misery 
and reach for the skies 
where you are