| See a man living behind glass walls
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| His eyes are blind they see nothing, nothing at all
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| All his thoughts bend twards things
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| Things that only he sees
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| All the world a reflection of his dreams
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| His nightmares are all too real
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| Trapped within a crystalline world of thought
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| Not a fool unaware, of what must be sought
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| All his hopes and his dreams they are frozen in time
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| All the world a reflection of his dreams
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| His nightmres are all too real
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| Tear out the eyes that do not see
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| Turning your thoughts to perceptions within
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| Reaching through shadows blood on his hands
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| Grasping the truth that has found |