Everyone doesn't recognize me as I used to be

Nobody even recognized me before hand

Why give it up

Looks like I'm gonna forget a lot more, tonight.

No sleep

No power

No control

Nobody to help

Nobody to talk to

Fake

Real

What's the difference

What's the point

Where's the power

Where's it all..?

All of our old selves are locked away by chains.

Unbreakable spirits turn to plastic and platter.

Whatever happened to giving a Damm about that matter

Maybe I wasn't destined to be here, maybe I am not allowed to think what I can

Trapped in my own version of constant reality

Everytime I look at paintings the faces melt

I need to get out of here

I need to go

Where to leave

Where to stay

Where is everything

It's all gone

Its all over

Miss, all

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