Original lyrics

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Times are changing, confusion to define Haunting scars and tokens through my line We did never actually meet and now it's too late I am cold and can no longer entertain those who don't care Dreams to conserve the virtual reality I reach for the level above the (puny) naivety I saw them like a bunch of slaves In the depth they are all fakes In chains my body is bound I am and you can't change the fact that, She I love is not she I care for... I am waiting and waiting and dreaming But I can't imagine what the dwell is for Consecrate to the outstanding misery I fuck the black flaunting leather whore The touch of this knife makes me wonder.... The say life is so cruel I guess they're just afraid to open their minds and see what's inside?