Just freedom is only a hallucination
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That waits at the edge of the distant horizon
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And we are all strangers in global illusion
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Wanting and needing impossible heaven
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Chasing the dream as they swim out to sea
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The mirage ahead says that they can be free
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Become lost in delusion drowning their reason
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Swept on by the current of selfish ambition
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Frightened ashamed and afraid of the blame
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The questions are screaming the answers are hiding
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The sickness is growing distracted condition
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You can feel the disgust and smell the confusion
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Lying insane getting soaked in the rain
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Draining the sky of the guilt and the shame
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The nightmare is coming the clouds are descending
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Pulled under two thousand metres a second
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Clawing at walls that just slip through my fingers
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Darkness consuming collapsing and breaking
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Distilled paranoia seeped into the walls
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And filled in the cracks with the whispering calls
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Shadows are forming take heed of the warnings
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Creeping around at four in the morning
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Lie to myself start a brand new beginning
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But I'm losing myself in this fear of living
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Freedom is only a hallucination
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That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream
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Deep in the reason betrayal of feeling
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The mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems
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Freedom is only a hallucination
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That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream...
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Freedom is only a hallucination
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That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream
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Deep in the reason betrayal of feeling
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The mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems
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Freedom is only a hallucination
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That waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream...
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Pulled Under 2000 Metres A Second
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| Anathema |
