| Define my conscience, what is real
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| Characterize the ways world disappears
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| I try, but I can’t decide from reality and fantasy
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| Glittering darkness, room by room
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| Nothing satisfies as I enter bloom
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| Fear my world, so puzzled and mystified
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| Stage of pleasure and pain is what I hide behind my eyes
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| My inability to feel real
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| Hyper-reality feeds me
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| Falling into my secret window
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| As I walk the Earth unhallowed
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| Anything, everything
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| Tricking conscience, what I’ve seen
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| Detached from engagement of emotions
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| Meaningless identical devotions
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| Rapidly taking any given shape
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| Filtered experience, depicted in hate
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| Your demons, my angels
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| Capsized parallel dream world
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| Parting ways to breathe, to be alive
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| Crusade of perfect stranger
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| Disconnect the splendor
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| Alienations steers 'til the end
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| Split apart from a faculty of mind
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| Non-existent world in a glimpse of an eye
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| Simulation of something to never exist
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| This authentic fake, mind misled
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| Light years away from here
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| Hyperspace to escape my fear
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| Simulation of familiar place
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| Reproduction of empty appearance
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| My inability to feel real
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| Hyper-reality feeds me
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| Falling into my secret window
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| As I walk the Earth unhallowed
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| Your demons, my angels
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| Capsized parallel dream world
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| Parting ways to breathe, to be alive
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| Crusade of perfect stranger
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| Disconnect the splendor
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| Alienations steers 'til the end
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| (Your demons — my angels
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| Crusade of perfect stranger)
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| I’m sick of spewing my words out
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| So puzzled that I won’t wake up
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| I’m sick of spewing my words out
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| So puzzled that I won’t wake up |