Here in this vortex my true self begins to show
Where phantoms pass me by what secrets do they hold?
Flesh torn upon the wheels of human frailty
Part of me was fascinated by the cruelty
Running from the madness running from this mirror of how i feel
A dream is just a shadow of something that i found real..
In time we face ourselves with all our faults and fears Now that i know the final conflict is within.
Where phantoms pass me by what secrets do they hold?
Flesh torn upon the wheels of human frailty
Part of me was fascinated by the cruelty
Running from the madness running from this mirror of how i feel
A dream is just a shadow of something that i found real..
In time we face ourselves with all our faults and fears Now that i know the final conflict is within.
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