Only The Dead Can Be Heard کے بول

Smell of death, creatures from a distant world Dark territory, all become dark Gloomy landscape, smell of putrefaction World of the night, decadent existence Only the dead can be heard Their cries through out souls We are all already dead Covert communications, looking for a sign of beyond Our minds do not understand death, our minds do not hear Shout the dead’s music, looking for anything because I’m nowhere I have always pain and nothing will change What a horrible feeling that you’re not actually here You are not useful, but you believe again Because hope makes you alive, hope makes you die I hurt all over, I cannot sleep I am not hungry either thirsty I want to destroy everything, invading everything That is the war in my head everyday This is my world, my life Only the dead can be heard Their cries through our souls We are already dead What a horrible feeling that you’re actually here You are useful, but you don’t believe again Because hope makes you die, hope makes me die