Sky, Space and Twilight Zone

[bad word]  [bad word] projectsilence

I'm alone, in this little death that some may call life 
So confused, tattered, torn apart 

Still waiting to be lifted from this prison of my flesh 
To be set free from this pain 

Crushed I am between the sliding doors of life 
And the chances I've been given, but still alone 

Mistake for a creation 
Fault in the product line 
Mass-produced , dehumanized 
Cast out to oblivion 
I can't raise my head up high 
I've been pressed down to the ground 
Left alone to suffer in the silence of lonely souls 

One day I will defeat this everlasting misery and reach for the skies where you are 

Mistake for a creation 
Fault in the product line 
Mass-produced, dehumanized 
Cast out to oblivion 

Crushed I am between the sliding doors of life 
And the chances I've been given, but still alone 

Mistake for a creation 
Fault in the product line 
Mass-produced, dehumanized 
Cast out to oblivion