| The time of innocence, do you remember?
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| To push the limits of your consciousness
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| You closed your eyes and your mind too
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| Opened up the door to the other side
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| It occupies your time, fills the void within you
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| But happiness is just an illusion
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| The ghost of you, walking on a tightrope
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| The ghost of you, a war without an enemy
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| The ghost of you
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| Your fantasy is turning into insanity
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| With curtains closed you hide from the outside world
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| But you cannot hide from what’s inside of you
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| It swallowed you whole and spat out the pieces
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| Now you’re just waiting for salvation
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| It occupies your time, fills the void within you
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| But happiness is just an illusion
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| The ghost of you, walking on a tightrope
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| The ghost of you, a war without an enemy
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| The ghost of you
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| Your fantasy is turning into insanity
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| A cold wind blows inside your bones
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| A fall into oblivion with your angels and demons
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| You claim to be so far apart
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| Still it has claws around your heart
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| You got nothing else to fill the void with
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| Nothing else will replace the fantasy
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| When will we see the final nail in the coffin? |