Des mois sans ne rien dire. Puis des armées à venir. Le temps de contempler l'horreur des jours, les Marcheurs se déplacent dans les conteneurs. Ils attendent le Grand Débarquement. C'est pour demain. SOMEWHAT DAMAGED.

SOMEWHAT DAMAGED

SO IMPRESSED WITH ALL YOU DO

TRIED SO HARD TO BE LIKE YOU

FLEW TOO HIGH AND BURNT THE WING

LOST MY FAITH IN EVERYTHING

LICK AROUND DIVINE DEBRIS

TASTE THE WEALTH OF HATE IN ME

SHEDDING SKIN SUCCUMB DEFEAT

THIS MACHINE IS OBSOLETE

" SOMEWHAT DAMAGED "

MADE THE CHOICE TO GO AWAY

DRINK THE FOUNTAIN OF DECAY

TEAR A HOLE EXQUISITE RED

FUCK THE REST AND STAB IT DEAD

BROKEN BRUISED FORGOTTEN SORE

TOO FUCKED UP TO CARE ANYMORE

POISONED TO MY ROTTEN CORE

TOO FUCKED UP TO CARE ANYMORE

... ... ... ... ... ... ... 

THROUGH DIDN'T QUITE FELL APART 
WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU ?