This isn't me, this isn't real. Caught in a state where I don't know how to feel. Dragged down by filth and lies, see the world through hollow eyes. Deceiver, Trojan Horse. If this is real, how can I escape, the emptiness surrounding me. Dragged down by filth and lies, see the world through hollow eyes. Deceiver, Trojan Horse. So sick of being sick, and I'm so tired of being wrong. So sick of being sick, and I'm so tired of singing someone else's song. Deceiver, Trojan Horse. DECIEVER, DECEIVER, DECEIVER!!!

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