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There are thousands of people as far as the eyes can see; You can sense the suffering as you draw near Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes It breaks the mind and weighs on the heart Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes In their eyes now we are wading through this sea of souls The smell of rotten flesh brings me to my knees Now they gather, to march on to the grave With shovels in their hands, with death in their eyes Longing for a time of peace, longing just to die and the heavens cry Tears fall like rain from the legions of angels weeping in pain As they dig their own grave They dig their own graves by the life they lived and the choices they made Dig their own graves by choices they made; Now it's too late The bridge has been destroyed Now we are wading through this sea of souls The smell of rotten flesh lets me see It is about a dream I had one night. I saw thousands of people. It looked like a sea, and they were all like zombies marching. They had shovels in their hands and their faces carried the look of death and agony. The dream went on and on but at the end I realized it was about how going through life living for our selves or for the moment, careless and foolish, ignoring God was like digging our own graves. - Seth From Letras Mania