the perception of everyone is so obvious
but the faces are adorned with blinders
the attempt to remain silent fails again
broken and naked, the scarred body
thrown to be the food for all those beautiful things Victim of madness
Where do you want to hide when you always carry your thoughts with you
You can't escape, so you lie to yourself
What remains is hope, as protective shield against reality
patience is put to the test while you judge yourself
already at the end and yet still searching
for the way out deep down dark

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