Slowly as they reach my soul
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with confiding holgrams, why?
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Someone pull the strings for me
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I am getting weaker
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now they're in control
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illusion made of glass
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inside a screen
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they transformate my soul
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completely black
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my skill to love is gone
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I can not feel
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hallucination comes
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and makes me breathe
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Someone paint my dreams in blood
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with no compassion, why?
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things that I touch and feel
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are now behind the curtain
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exit time, please
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Illusionate
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| Beseech |
