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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

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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