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Bolt Thrower - Icon lyrics
No escape, there is no way out Of this constructed existence A created image of untrue conception You cannot find the real you Manipulated a hyped invention Who is this false identity? The ideal person, perfect role model Beneath you can feel the cracks Now your nerves begin to break Losing grip, now it's too late Perceive this no fallacy This icon faces insanity On the verge of mental breakdown Forgotten realms of madness are found Now you face the final curtain Your future life is now uncertain === |
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