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I've never been so far before

And yet it seems

That I want more

What is really going to be

Inside your own reality

What has risen in your mind. You feel that you're not of their kind, once you've seen the light you'll find

This torture's too kind

It seems that I

Am scared no more

So blindly lost

As I explore

What is really going to be

Inside your own reality

What has risen in your mind. You feel that you're not of their kind, once you've seen the light you'll find

This torture's too kind

What is real is what's to be. You can't step from reality

What is really in your mind. Can't see, the light no longer shines

What awaits around the bend. Something you cannot pretend

No one really hears your cries, seizing life, painless you die

The rising tide will bring us down

And cleanse the life we want to drown

No longer searching to be free

Cleasing soul eternally

I found that torture is my friend, the one that I cannot befriend. Although I'm much too blind to see, I sense what's happening to me

At least depression's in disguise with this excuse, need not abide. I see the end won't come again without a care as I descend

What is really going to be

Inside your own reality

What has risen in your mind. You feel that you're not of their kind, once you've seen the light you'll find

This torture's too kind