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Shut off from the world from my weakened eyes.
Came to a place of dreams and reality dies.

I am just a tool of the sickened world we live in.
Made to think I can close my eyes and still be safe within.

Ive been taken away to play the part.
Divided into two I now must be like art.

So I leave myself vulnerable as it seems I have no other choice.
This dream is now a nightmare and this nightmare becomes the voice.

It tells me that dreaming is the only way to live a lie.
A place of sorrow and happiness in which both you never have to try.

Sin within to be seen without.
Being happy is really only being without doubt.