Through the waves of illusion i swim
Slowly in psychotic beliefs
I drown
What is dream, what is reality
I can no longer see
I`m blind
I have my curse and my blessing
That pulls me away
I have my curse and my blessing
That pulls me away from a lie called life
Time fades painting memories
it slowly draws the line
The picture, most beautiful of all
The art of dying
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