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Prisoner of my own thoughts |
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Of what I think to see |
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Stinging eyes but |
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I don't know where |
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Desperation is complete |
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Invisible voices whispering |
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Feeding the chameleon in me |
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Colliding, forsaking myself wandering |
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Between these identities |
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Days and nights passing painfully slow |
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Insomnia, reality |
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This ceaseless crying of the hunted |
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It is now ****ing chilling me |
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Desolation taking it's toll |
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Constantly looking left, right and behind |
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Spinning round and round and round |
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My mind is fully redefined |
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Invisible voices whispering |
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Feeding the chameleon in me |
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Colliding, forsaking myself wandering |
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Between these identities |
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I'm captured in a dismal world |
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Within my own lies without an end to reach |
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Crawling for shelter intoxicated |
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Nothing I can trust and nothing is what it seems to be |
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I'm captured in a dismal world |
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Within my own ****ing lies |
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I'm captured in a dismal world within my own lies |
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And without an end to reach |
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Crawling for shelter intoxicated |
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Nothing I can trust and nothing is what it seems to be |
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Prisoner of my own thoughts |
|
Of what I think to see |
|
Stinging eyes but don't know |
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Where desperation is complete |
|
Invisible voices whispering |
|
Feeding the chameleon in me |
|
Colliding, forsaking myself wandering |
|
Between these identities |
|
Days and nights passing painfully slow |
|
Insomnia, reality |
|
This ceaseless crying of the hunted |
|
It is now ****ing chilling me |
|
Desolation taking its toll |
|
Constantly looking left, right and behind |
|
Spinning round and round and round |
|
My mind if fully redefined |