| Prisoner of my own thoughts
|
| Of what I think to see
|
| Stinging eyes but I don’t know
|
| where
|
| Desperation is complete
|
| Invisible voices whispering feeding
|
| the
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| chameleon
|
| in me Colliding, forsaking myself wandering
|
| Between these identities
|
| Days and
|
| nights passing painfully slow
|
| Insomnia reality
|
| This ceaseless crying of the hunted
|
| It is now fucking chilling me Desolation taking it’s toll
|
| Constantly
|
| looking left,
|
| right and behind
|
| Spinning round and round and round
|
| My mind is fully
|
| redefined
|
| Invisible voices whispering feeding
|
| The chameleon in me Colliding,
|
| forsaking myself
|
| wandering
|
| Between these identities
|
| I’m captured in a dismal world with
|
| my own lies
|
| Without an end to reach
|
| Crawling for shelter intoxicated
|
| Nothing I can
|
| trust
|
| And
|
| nothing is what it seems to be
|
| I’m captured in a dismal world
|
| Within my own fucking
|
| lies
|
| I’m captured in a dismal world within my own lies
|
| And without an end to reach
|
| Crawling for shelter intoxicated
|
| Nothing I can trust
|
| And nothing is what
|
| it seems to be Prisoner of my own thoughts
|
| Of what I think to see
|
| Stinging eyes
|
| but don’t know
|
| where
|
| Desperation is complete
|
| Invisible voices whispering feeding
|
| The
|
| chameleon in me Colliding, forsaking myself wandering
|
| Between these identities
|
| Days
|
| and nights
|
| passing painfully slow
|
| Insomnia reality
|
| This ceaseless crying of the
|
| hunted
|
| It is now fucking chilling me Desolation taking it’s toll
|
| Constantly looking
|
| left, right
|
| and behind
|
| Spinning round and round and round
|
| My mind if fully redefined |