Waking - Here we go againnbasting pieces, de-skinning my bonesnwading through old blood and stainsnrestructuring the crimento reach the end of the linennangelic choirs sing - am I forgiven?nnsplit my flesh to revealnthere's nothing left to cursentearing my wounds in vainnwhen seeking for myself in painnnfading into a brand new dayngodless dreams breeds a hopelss wakenscarring these old wounds againnpreparing my demise yet expecting reprisennDemonic legions shriek - I am forsakennnsplit my flesh to revealnthere's nothing left to cursentearing my wounds in vainnwhen seeking for myself in pain