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*** Autor textu: Bolt Thrower *** Autor hudby: Bolt Thrower | No escape, there is no way out
Of this constructed existence
A created image of untrue conception
You cannot find the real you
Manipulated a hyped invention
Who is this false identity?
The ideal person, perfect role model
Beneath you can feel the cracks
Now your nerves begin to break
Losing grip, now its too late
Perceive this is no fallacy
This icon faces insanity
On the verge of mental breakdown
Forgotten realms of madness are found
Now you face the final curtain
You future life is now uncertain
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