| Every time you put this mask on your face
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| A little piece of your soul dies away
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| The figure in the mirror"s not me
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| A different reality
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| It"s just a picture that you see
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| From my true self, I do flee
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| What I feel and what I see
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| I do through eyes of an enemy
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| Forced by powers pushing me
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| Resulting in fear and misery
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| I change myself to fit the needs
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| During this mutation my heart bleeds
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| Trying to adjust to society
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| Not anymore, I want to be free
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| Only a few could break the shell
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| Surrounding my soul"s polluted well
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| Drink from it and you will see
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| All the pain that rests in me
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| It is like a Pandora"s box
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| With a number of haunted locks
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| The one who sees deep inside
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| Knows all the feelings I do hide
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| Once you took a look inside of me
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| You decide between joy and misery
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| If you abuse the things you know… |