Deep in mind - where dreams are born - there's nothing to be found
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In a place of emotional chaos, there's nothing truly profound
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By a sickening reverie, I can no longer find peace
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Only fear and desperation - all good has already ceased
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Stripped feelings of safety wrapped in caresses by illusions
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There will be a time for me to wake up from this delusion
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Deep in mind - where dreams are born - there's something I can't explain
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Shreds of dead eloquence drown in the void, clad in disdain
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By a sickening reverie, black seconds taking over me
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Nothing left for me to do, but wait until I cannot breathe
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Stripped feelings of loathe wrapped up to consider myself as illusion
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Not that I would care anymore, it was a natural dissolution
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This is all what's left of me, a vague number of dissolving stories
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Bipolar tendencies have really taken over me
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With the sickening memory, I can no longer find peace
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Only fear and desperation - all good has already ceased
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Blindfold in desolation, you compromise the safety of mind
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Aggression is your only key, the door is there for you to find
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By A Sickening Reverie
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| Abysmalia |
