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My ecosystem is based on hatred
My DNA remains untested
I hate the tyranny of the sun
It always rises, always comes down
I'm running out of fantasy
I don't expect your sympathy
I'm old, I'm strange, I'm confidential
Has my fantasy run out of delusion?
Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion?
I'm running out of fantasy
The dying fall of my sentences
The magic of lost consequences
The seduction of a fading power
In a hotel room in the middle of nowhere
I'm running out of fantasy
I don't expect your sympathy
I'm old, I'm strange, I'm confidential
Has my fantasy run out of delusion?
Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion?
I'm running out of fantasy
I'm revealing myself in layers
Exposing a core to the inner eye
Drawn deep into some distant episodes
I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I'm running out of fantasy
The obsession with change has bled me dry
My fantasy forever locked inside
The obsession with change has bled me dry
The obsession with change has bled me dry
My fantasy forever locked inside
The obsession with change has bled me dry
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