Day after day, he wakes under the shadow of his loneliness.
Trapped in the cycle that became his prison last
One step out home, and suddenly life comes in
No one cares for him coming back, it's all the same to them
In way towards eternal amends, he thinks and regrets
The actions that led him to be, he was, who'll become to be.
His greatest illusion, now a void in the past
He will never cease to be what he's become at last
Freedom is to feel I own the world
The bliss of living in my relapsed memory
Wisdom , is to think there's someone left for me
Bitterness, makes me know I'm nothing and nothing is real
There's no life inside of me
I can't tell where I got lost
Looking for my guiding light
Guide me where the cycle first began
All turned into a game in mind
Tried to find a way out
To be blind behind my demise
Trapped in this of cycle of madness
Night after night, his day meets an end in the warmth of his mind
Trapped in his own home-made and perfect fantasy
Feeling in pain and desperation trying to break free
And he comes back to his perfect state of harmony.
In way to his deadly pleasure he's never come to realize
The true definition of what he has become
His worst nightmares have come to life as flesh
'cause he fears to cease what he really is
As a prisoner, I feel left out of every cell
Sadness, of dying and fading into oblivion
Insane, of feeing dull, weak, and left out
Grateful of being where I don't really belong
There's no life inside of me
I can't tell where I got lost
Looking for my guiding light
Guide me where the cycle first began
All turned into a game in mind
Tried to find a way out
To be blind behind my demise
Trapped in this of cycle of madness
Artist: Third Day
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