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True to itself

Taking the way of an old stomping ground

Sit on pew, sit on a pew

Give up anger

It doesn't mean you've given up the fight

Just that you grow up and you stop to decide

As you may know, control is an illusion

Trying to lead my mind

But I'm lost in the darkside

Trying to understand

Keep the rage, keep the strength

To be myself

No scream, no child anymore

No shouting, no sound-bites, no arm-waving

Leaving the pew, what can I do?

Restore my soul

There's nobody to fill the void left here

There's only the wind raking dead leaves

Which move inwards, to merge into

The black circles

No God down here

Just the moonbeam

What happens? it grows up in my mind

Nothing shines

I feel that I am now

In my own illusion

This is my creation

Closing my eyes I know

Closing my eyes to go

To see this new era

Where I will be

The heroe of the new world

No God down here

Just the moonbeam

What happens, it grows up in my mind

Nothing shines

I feel that I am now

in my own illusion

This is my creation

Closing my eyes I know

Closing my eyes to go

To see this new era

Where I will be

The heroe of the new world

Of the new world

The heroe of the new world