The past fades for this very hour, how is it we should've known
A serparation of the mind would insane; would trip a delay
It's the catalyst for such an optimist life, I hear the sound when it's raining

Where are you? where are you I think my eyes are lost.

The misconception undefined, in a disguise that's impossible to recognise......


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Who ever thought seeing is believeing never read between...the lines...


I wonder 'round weary faces...circles of life monsters...Ideas that cannot be heard...


(And as you're passing the fake mirage that you see)
The edge is becoming closer....
(Breakdown the memory on a not so distant prediction of what is yet to come......

Here they swarm, they cloud the way while...
Even if you were to treat one half of the missing piece, it still stays the same all day...


We're walking on lines swaying closer to feed the depths, with the sky above us
Only a force can be my guide along this bridge that has built...inside!


Sitting in on reality, I now sleep on...
And if I stare all night I might be dreaming, I'm left to fight the rage like a burnings fuel for flames


(Solo)

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Who ever thought seeing is believeing never read between...
Forever frozen in time, it always seems to be...
Who ever thought seeing is believeing disappeared without a trace

Without a trace!