Single  File  to  Dehumanization

Whitechapel

We  march

It  seems  as  though  years  have  passed

Since  I  have  seen  the  light  of  day

I  can  hear  the  sounds  of  tortured  souls

Begging  for  their  life

I  am  forsaken

I  cannot  be  forsaken

We  march

Perfectly  aligned  to  an  unknown  destination

Whispering  among  the  drones  becomes  irrelevant

We're  forsaken

Unexplainable,  someone  save  us  from

Someone  save  us

Unexplainable,  someone  save  us  from

Someone  save  us

Unexplainable,  someone  save  us  from

Someone  save  us

Unexplainable,  someone  save  us  from

Someone  save  us

We  are  slaves  to  ourselves

We  are  slaves,  there  is  no  salvation

We  are  slaves  to  ourselves

We  are  slaves,  there  is  no  salvation

We  are  slaves  to  ourselves

We  are  slaves,  there  is  no  salvation

We  are  slaves  to  ourselves

We  are  slaves,  there  is  no  salvation

In  this  wasteland,  I  have  nothing  left

I'm  a  slave  to  myself

In  this  wasteland,  I  have  nothing  left

I'm  a  slave  to  myself

We  are  slaves  to  ourselves

We  are  slaves,  there  is  no  salvation

I  am  forsaken

I  cannot  be  forsaken

We  march

It  seems  as  though  years  have  passed

Since  I  have  seen  the  light  of  day

I  can  hear  the  sounds  of  tortured  souls

Begging  for  their  life