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Surrounded with ghosts of past
in constant pain of inner chaos
tremendous deal of undecideness
tears apart my mind with questions
What is real?
What is illusion?
Where lies the true solution?
Irretrievabele time slips away
through my fingers like a sand
I share distres with wasted fates
I chill in fire of my private hell
What is real?
What is illusion?
Where lies the true solution?
Hollow future below my bridge
silent steps on edge of caution
rigid truth boils in abyss
sulphuric fume grinds my mind
What is real?
What is illusion?
Where lies the true solution?
Mind grind
What is real?
What is illusion?
Where lies the true solution?
