Song: The Infection

Nothing left but a broken man
Terrified of everything
Nothing left of his foolish pride, his
Fond memories slowly die, then
As he wakes again alone
Still a prisoner in his home
Ready to allow the dark to
Penetrate his broken heart...
Nothing of it remains - it is broken,
Is afraid of everything.
Nothing remains of this foolish pride, his
The best memories slowly sink into Oblivion. And
He again wakes up alone in his bed,
Still a prisoner in my own home.
Ready to embrace the darkness
In his broken heart...