Beseech - 01. Illusionate | Текст песни

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Illusionate
Music & Lyrics: Klas
Arrangement: Beseech

Slowly as they reach my soul
With confinding holograms, why?
Someone pull the strings for me
I am getting weaker Now theyґre in control

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
Without no caompassion, why?
Things that I could touch and feel
Are now behand the curtain
Exit time, release

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

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