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Define my conscience, what is real |
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Characterize the ways world disappears |
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I try, but I can't decide from reality and fantasy |
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Glittering darkness, room by room |
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Nothing satisfies as I enter bloom |
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Fear my world, so puzzled and mystified |
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Stage of pleasure and pain is what I hide behind my eyes |
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My inability to feel real |
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Hyper-reality feeds me |
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Falling into my secret window |
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As I walk the Earth unhallowed |
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Anything, everything |
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Tricking conscience, what I've seen |
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Detached from engagement of emotions |
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Meaningless identical devotions |
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Rapidly taking any given shape |
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Filtered experience, depicted in hate |
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Your demons, my angels |
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Capsized parallel dream world |
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Parting ways to breathe, to be alive |
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Crusade of perfect stranger |
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Disconnect the splendor |
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Alienations steers 'til the end |
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Split apart from a faculty of mind |
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Non-existent world in a glimpse of an eye |
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Simulation of something to never exist |
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This authentic fake, mind misled |
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Light years away from here |
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Hyperspace to escape my fear |
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Simulation of familiar place |
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Reproduction of empty appearance |
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My inability to feel real |
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Hyper-reality feeds me |
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Falling into my secret window |
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As I walk the Earth unhallowed |
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Your demons, my angels |
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Capsized parallel dream world |
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Parting ways to breathe, to be alive |
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Crusade of perfect stranger |
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Disconnect the splendor |
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Alienations steers 'til the end |
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(Your demons - my angels |
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Crusade of perfect stranger) |
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I'm sick of spewing my words out |
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So puzzled that I won't wake up |
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I'm sick of spewing my words out |
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So puzzled that I won't wake up |