seems like nothings clear to meI cant find my mind
confronted with illusionsof twisted untold dreamsa fragment piece of nonefalls
joining me in your search of peacethe latest findings in
a constellation of dreamscrumble to this foundationon which we base
the hinderance of thoughtand dashed hopes of reputehanging compulsionleaves a
blinded by your hatelunacy strikes againlethargic is your mindcontrolled by
today I lost my will to liveit simply spilled out
born to livein your state of confusionlife´s only illusionvisionary dreams
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