| This is a lie
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| Deep asleep, forceful wake
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| Locked in limbonic state
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| Still frozen in your false world
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| Feeling what shouldn’t exist
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| Life beckons a testament
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| What is reality?
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| Is it what your mind entities?
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| Saturated view of charcoal skies
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| In your dead mind that feels alive
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| Invisible god, the eater of time
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| Raping your senses to comply
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| Forcing a world that doesn’t exist
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| Your mind rooted in the darkened abyss
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| Only feeling what you don’t resist
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| You’re left alone
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| How can you escape what you are?
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| Your defenses fall
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| Solid is this fragile world; |
| losing your grasp
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| Instructed to feel what your soul shows as truth
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| Pulled apart by vermin limbs
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| Mentally crucified by this chimera
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| Your senses, are false to you but you believe
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| Your vision, is gone but still you think you see
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| Your body, is paralyzed but still you move
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| Your thoughts, are focused but you’re still removed
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| And now you’re bound to your world
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| A stitch in your threading that shall unfurl
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| Wake and you shall see:
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| Your coma is self-inflicted
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| A second; |
| eternity
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| A moment; |
| a lifetime
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| Hallucinations, a dream that is meant to be
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| A force-fed reality |