Interpret:

Sepultura

Album:

Beneath the Remains

HUMIDITY COULD BE FELT ON THE WALLS 
TOUCHED WITH THE PALM AND USED TO SCARE 
THEY USED TO SWEAT, THEY USED TO STINK 
EVERYTHING SWAMPED AND HOT 
BUT IN THE CORNER, LAYING ON A BED 
A COLD PIECE, MADE TO STAY ALIVE 
TRAPPED WITHIN ITS BODY 
IT COULD NOT THINK ANYMORE 
THOUGHTS OF TIMES OF SANITY 
THE WORLD WAS ISOLATED 
WHERE THE SUN WOULD SALUTE HIM 
AND THE NIGHT WAS VIOLENT 
FEAR AND GUILT 
INVADE THE CORNERS OF THE ROOM 
PAIN WAS FELT CONSTANTLY 
THEY KEEP ON DESTROYING 
IT COULD BE SEEN THROUGH THE WINDOW 
THE EYE OF DISGUST AND SCORN 
WHEN YOU HEAR THE LAUGH OF A MADMAN 
THAT'S ABOUT TO DIE 
TO SUFFER ALONE IN DISGRACE 
HIS HATE IS HIS OWN 
ALWAYS HATING BEING ALIVE 
SARCASTIC EXISTENCE