Illusionate

By Beseech

On Souls Highway

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Slowly as they reach my soul

With confiding holograms, why?

Someone pull the strings for me

I am getting weaker

Now they're in control


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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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