| Welcome to my realm, twisted but real where no one can see*
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| Where cold gets stronger, grows everyday it flows through thee
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| Eyes all around you not watching a thing, blindfolded by lies
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| No word can be said, they hear but themselves
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| My silence keeps them alive
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| Not a word that you hear them say will ever be true
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| Like a blade it pierces and makes you blinded too
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| They follow their path having no sight
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| Their steps guided by blind
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| Don’t want to hear it spoken out loud
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| That their lifes are filled with lies
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| Helpless I stand here, day after day, trying to stay sane
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| I don’t feel the hatred, neither the grief, but I live in their pain
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| Not a word that you hear them say will ever be true
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| Like a blade it pierces and makes you blinded too
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| They say that nothing good will last, yet they’re living like everyone
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| How can one lie in such way and kill all dignity?
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| They say that nothing good will last, yet they’re living like everyone
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| How can one lie in such way, if they live for dying?
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| They say that nothing good will last, yet they’re living like everyone
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| How can one lie in such way and kill all dignity?
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| They say that nothing good will last, yet they’re living like everyone
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| How can one lie in such way and kill all honor?
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| Oh, lie in such way —
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| Wearing blindfold |