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Beseech - Illusionate lyrics
Slowly as they reach my soul with confiding holgrams, why? Someone pull the strings for me I am getting weaker now they're in control [Chorus] illusion made of glass inside a screen they transformate my soul completely black my skill to love is gone I can not feel hallucination comes and makes me breathe Someone paint my dreams in blood with no compassion, why? things that I touch and feel are now behind the curtain exit time, please [Chorus] |
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