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 I made tore my conscience apart as it 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 I made tore my conscience apart as it 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
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| Anathema |
