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Oh mine I'm in exile
Escaped from genocide
They came and stole our sight
I've found the one they couldn't find
They can't cut off my eyes

How could I've known that my journey from the unbearable will end in empty space?
My face is freezing, my faith is leaving
I can't live in this barren place

Cure me out of solitude
I thought it could be different, but its all the same
There's nothing left to lose now
Except for the shame that I used to gain

Fate is a fake my friend
Paper walled prison cell
Can't break out this living hell
I've found the key all by myself
And took my own first breath

How could I've known that my journey from the unbearable will end in empty space?
My face is freezing, my faith is leaving
I can't live in this barren place

Cure me out of solitude
I thought it could be different, but its all the same
There's nothing left to lose now
Except for the shame that I used to gain

Look at the blinded eye of your reflection
In which your wounded soul claims a body
Thousands of thoughts wait for resolution
Was it a coincidence or was it intended?

You muse all alone on the circumstances
The things that used to force you directives
There's a cage in your hand, but the sky in the other
Decide upon where's your past and your future

Is it worth tearing a healing wound open?
Diving in the swamp that you're always drawn in

Are these feelings yours, or just the ones you took for yourself?
Please try and leave self-pity 'cause it makes no sense

Is it worth tearing a healing wound open?
Diving in the swamp that you're always drawn in

Are these feelings yours, or just the ones you took for yourself?
Please try and leave self-pity 'cause it makes no sense
Your past is the shelter of your decisions
The place you seek for the answers
But its no more than a bunch of thoughts scraped to the flesh

You stand here just like me, but you think you're
something different
Who had to die to make you king?

You just sit and put your empty smile on
It's not hard, as you're a sculpture of yourself
Captive of the strings

You see yourself, but no one else can see you
You can't let out a single drop of tear
Don't be afraid, it's time to hang out yourself
Don't you know the puppets never cry?

Could you expect that anyone would ever animate you?
What's outside the box if anything?

It's just too hard to leave this place
Too hard, as you're a sculpture of yourself
Captive of the strings

You see yourself, but no one else can see you
You can't let out a single drop of tear
Don't be afraid, it's time to hang out yourself
Don't you know the puppets never cry?

Life is a sequence of crossroads that won't come back
If i'd turned another way i'd be someone else

Past cannot be planned
It's lost in a hole
You can't save the damned
Just try to save your soul

You can't play god taking lives from doom
Every act has to take place, no matter by whom

Past cannot be planned
It's lost in a hole
You can't save the damned
Just try to save your soul

Wired to see just a segment
You see the least important
You blame the circumstances
Can't you see yourself in the axis?

Won't you percieve it's up to you?
Won't you stop poisoning yourself
with your ignorance?

Conviction is an illusion
A rope you could always hang on
You let the doors shut behind you
One thing that no one can undo

Won't you percieve it's up to you?
Won't you stop poisoning yourself
with your incompetence?

You're living your life like a fly in the web, like a lonely blink of an eye
Never caught by a question about why you really came to life
You dig in the past when your chances have passed to decide what you would become
Instead of hanging on what you would've rather done, you better lived in the now

I don't know why i've become different, it must be my sickness of honesty
But i feel myself no more insufficient in preserving my own sanity

Why're you so frustrated? What are you searching for? Why're you staying isolated? i'm not going to ask you, no more...

You're trying to save yourself for tomorrow, an essential part of your day
Everything worth buying today is another wrinkle on your face
You dig in the soil where you're going to fall; buried and buried again
I can't escape from the scream of your apathy; you better looked inside

I don't know why i've become different, it must be my sickness of honesty
But i feel myself no more insufficient in preserving my own sanity

Why're you so frustrated? What are you searching for? Why're you staying isolated? i'm not going to ask you, no more...

Sometimes it seems to be
The puzzle's taking shape
Dead forms are joining together

Just to show me what they mean
Tossing and turning they
Don't let me see my face

In my comfort I'm breaking the mirror
And paint my portrait
This one wouldn't change
This one wouldn't leave me

Then the canvas breaks
My dancing shield's a blade
That keeps on standing in my head

It's a tube that sucks me out
My overpempered mind
And fills me with the mass of dry sobriety

In my comfort I'm breaking the mirror
And lay in my grave
This one wouldn't change
This one wouldn't leave me

Disillusion, lack of confidence
Don't know who to trust
Don't know how to trust

I fall on my knees, I fall back and see
The sky that has never been
The ground starts to shake, this scene was a fake
But now I see that its all clear

Let me see my face
Show me what is real

Disillusion, lack of confidence
Don't know who to trust
Don't know how to trust

I fall on my knees, I fall back and see
The sky that has never been
The ground starts to shake, this scene was a fake
But now I see that its all clear

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