I would like if I beg to take you
On a straight journey
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
Illusion made of glass inside a screen
They transformate my soul completely black
My skill to love is gone, I cannot 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
Illusion made of glass inside a screen
They transformate my soul completely black
My skill to love is gone, I cannot feel
Hallucination comes and makes me breathe
Illusion made of glass inside a screen
They transformate my soul completely black
My skill to love is gone, I cannot feel
Hallucination comes and makes me breathe

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