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Dark eyes, cold truth

The laughter’s been stolen in a dream of a new land

An awakening in weakness on an acre of barreness

Here I sit, staring at the door

Waiting for the end

To leave this narrowing walls

Countless questions for what’s behind

Will it be better or just another nightmare?

Lead on a false way, a way full of people

To seem to be seeing a light which tears them in pieces

The harvest of their seed is their cold mind’s reality

What I once saw through their eyes, was hope for a better life

But what I see now,

is a blinded creature searching for something

My wasted life will be absorbed, by the fate of the victims

Now I will pay for their lies, in those I believed

I am a prisoner of myself,

my mind is an institution of their false faith

Human kind is searching for a faith

For a faith that once has been stolen from our lives

But in my unconscious void, I feel my part is done

And I wonder how could have I been so naïve…