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See a man living behind glass walls |
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His eyes are blind they see nothing, nothing at all, |
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All his thoughts bend twards things, |
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things that only he sees |
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All the world a reflection of his dreams, |
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his nightmares are all too real |
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Trapped within a crystalline world of thought |
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Not a fool unaware, of what must be sought |
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All his hopes and his dreams they are frozen in time |
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All the world a reflection of his dreams, |
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his nightmres are all too real |
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Tear out the eyes that do not see |
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Turning your thoughts to perceptions within |
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Reaching through shadows blood on his hands |
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Grasping the truth that has found |
