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No escape, there is no way out, |
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Of this constructed existence, |
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A created image of untrue conception, |
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You cannot find the real you. |
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Manipulated a hyped invention, |
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Who is this false identity? |
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The ideal person, perfect role model, |
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Beneath you can feel the cracks, |
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Now your nerves begin to break, |
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Losing grip, now its too late, |
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Perceive this no fallacy, |
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This icon faces insanity, |
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On the verge of mental breakdown, |
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Forgotten realms of madness are found, |
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Now you face the final curtain, |
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Your future life is now uncertain. |
