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This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes Their word brings desperation, just look around you Renewed visions reveals the lies My truth will be my own You say it doesnt matter, get used to fear I tell you thats the problem Get used to the lies They mislead your pride You blind them with your light Jut strand this from the mind You say it doesnt matter, get used to fear I tell you thats the problem What its done to you, the way you live your life Pick yourself up What its done to you, the way you live your life A state of empty bliss, an empty state of mind A state of empty bliss pulled into the depths Dragged out with the tide My truth will be my own and not the one they gave me (Thanks to Patrick for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania