| My mind, my emotions, my whole being
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| Disturbed reflections
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| The agitated black surface conceals the truth
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| The sole thing I see
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| Is the beclouded contour of something that has been
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| Becoming the pariah of a world full of mythomaniacs
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| Lying to myself, lying to my so-called «friends»
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| And listen to lies over and over again
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| Without respite
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| I became a shadow of my former self
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| A stranger to the light
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| A stranger to my life
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| My burning desire is to escape
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| How can a system built on lies form such a strong foundation?
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| Many end in depression but no one answers to their prayers
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| Nobody cares — Nobody dares to face the truth
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| Mythomania — Symptom of a sickened world
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| No longer will I accept this chimera as a basis for my life
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| I want to live again — I want to be free once again
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| I was born free and
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| Ended up as a serf
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| A serf to falsehood
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| Habitual liar
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| Where is the naivety
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| I once had as a child
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| When my desire for esteem
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| Pulled the rug out from under me?
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| Decay of my system
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| Foundation gets lost
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| A fragile construction
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| Will never persist
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| Now I am the pariah — A stranger to your life
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| Breaking the habit — Yearning for the light
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| Foreign in a dying world
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| I’m the antimessiah
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| Prior to spend time
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| In building a life
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| Based on true dedication
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| I followed judas' way
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| I kept the distance
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| As long as I could
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| This shell of dishonesty
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| Will mask myself no more
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| I’m caught in mythomania — More than just dystopia
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| How can I escape from this grim, false and devious place?
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| Turn back the wheel — The wheel of time
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| Return to the age
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| Where it once began! |