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Twisted image of your imagination
drips in the hollows of your infected
mind
Try and hide but you can't
you've gone blind
Sense of self-doubt and turning colder
as you fail
It's your life growing stale
It's not reality, it's a tale
Cry and hide from the cyanide
Get back in, you lied
Take a step back in line
You're not alive Aus Songtexte Mania