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Slowly as they reach my soul
With confiding holgrams, why?
Someone pull the strings for me
I am getting weaker
Now they're in control
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Illusion made of glass
Inside a screen
They transformate my soul
Completely black
My skill to love is gone
I can not feel
Hallucination comes
And makes me breathe
Someone paint my dreams in blood
With no compassion, why?
Things that I touch and feel
Are now behind the curtain
Exit time, please
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