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A living nightmare, asleep but still aware.
The endless torture.
The painless pleasure.
I grasp myself.
Trying to regain control.
I experience and learn.
In another faction of my mind.
So confused.
But everything makes perfect sense.
Can¡¯t feel the pain.
Emotional pain¡¯s so much deadlier.
Lost, you¡¯ve just been raped.
Pain. Your friends can¡¯t help you.
Why wont they help you? Another reality.
This can¡¯t be happening.
Why is this happening?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck. Are you?
Trying hard to figure out what¡¯s done.
I scramble but now I run.
The images in my head.
All the problems that I¡¯ve been fed.
Punching slowly my mind can¡¯t change the speed.
As my victims bleed.
No matter what I do or how hard I try.
I can¡¯t use my abilities.
Use my abilities.
Art of Illusion.
My razor sharp knife¡¯s edge, pierces my victim¡¯s body.
But I can not take their soul.
Punching through jello, stabbing not killing.
Disappointment. Discomfort.
My razor sharp knife's edge, pierces my victim's body.
But I can't take their soul.
Punching through jello, stabbing, not killing.
Disapointment. Discomfort.

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The Art Of Subconscious Illusion
Avenged Sevenfold

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