We've got this butterfly wings to blend our reality and dreams
The blind internal sun rises
Numbers and machines to spy on spy's firmament
Shapeshifters to survive ourselves
Between the eyes borns the conscience
Between the eyes sleeps the conscience
Escape from your mind, forget to breathe
In Spiderwebs, quicksand
Between the eyes fights the conscience
Tied to your bones, tentacles draining
Ancestral heart, relentless scars
Deep inside a light creates shades on your eyes. Wake up
What if real is a trick?
What if your dreams break the locks?
Between the eyes dies the conscience
Escape from your mind, forget to breathe
In Spiderwebs, tentacles draining
Deep inside a light creates shades on your eyes. Wake up
What if real is a trick?
What if your dreams break the locks?
What if real is a trick?
What if your dreams break the locks?
Light draws shades
Take your chance
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