Slaves Of Imperium - Lethal Injection Of Solitude

This is the story of a little boy
Hidding in the shadows like a hollow
Looking for someone to help him
But solitude is the only thing he finds

Again, desperate and alone
Searching for the light behind the grey sky
Cold and pale becomes his skin
But the only word he knows: solitude
Like he had a choice
Left unfinished and stocked in a room
The black, cold and deadly wind
Is the only friend he's got

Stuck in a room without windows
Asking the sun to warm my skin
Searching for someone to enlighten my hell
Can I hear someone in this blind world
Asking them to wash my sins
Searching for someone to enlighten my hell

He try's again and again, asking why
Like he hade a choice
A dead heart and a toy, as friends
Day after day, he became a ghost
A broken soul, like he had a choice
But everything has an end
And after that everyone will remember

Stuck in a room without windows
Asking the sun to warm my skin
Searching for someone to enlighten my hell
Can I hear someone in this blind world
Asking them to wash my sins
Searching for someone to enlighten my hell

Lethal, injection of solitude
Lethal, injection of solitude
Lethal, injection of solitude
Lethal, injection of solitude

Stuck in a room without windows
Asking the sun to warm my skin
searching for someone to enlighten my hell
Can I hear someone in this blind world
Asking them to wash my sins
Searching for someone to enlighten my hell

Stuck in a room without windows
Asking the sun to warm my skin
Searching for someone to enlighten my hell
Can I hear someone in this blind world
Asking them to wash my sins
Searching for someone to enlighten my hell

Lethal, injection of solitude
Lethal, injection of solitude
Lethal, injection of solitude
Lethal, injection of solitude

Written by:
Cédric Sébastian

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