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This life is a dream that I can't escape
I'm forced to breathe but I try to wake
I try to reach the purest thought
But now I sense that I have been caught
I've pushed myself, I've pushed it all
What's pure is gone and now I must crawl

We're told what's pure, we're told what's right
These things produced by psychological might
We're apes with brains and too lazy to care
Too bad our brains have surpassed our sight

Love is now just a delusional excuse
This excuse is to breath, I must reproduce
The word is derived from fear of being alone
Just one more reason to teach myself to atone
So don't you dare comfort my soul
Your leeching mind is no longer my goal....

We're told what's pure, we're told what's right
These things produced by psychological might
We're apes with brains and too lazy to care
Too bad our brains have surpassed our sight

I tear at these things but why should I try
I now know that I'm here to survive
I also know why I found these things
My thoughts come from fear they come from life
So is this truth, is this the light?
Truth is a word and it's out of sight

I’m but a contradictive, mind-screwed mess
I am your reasons for finding words
You tell me I’m a fool, you show me I’m right
Being my own martyr for how many times I’ve died
So show me your cures and make sure I’m no threat
I am the unknown and you may fear my regrets

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