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You live in a fantasy life
Light on a strobe
Mightful insane
And keep inside
The room of all your fears
What good is there in you?

Definitively of the past
The face of what's to come
Hunting you down
Who will react
To the sound of the alarm
I won't be there
An empty sound
People railing on
So you can't see
The hollow breath
Between the words of fools
A merciless affair

Maybe you will cast
Some of those words in bronze
For the world to see
Maybe you'll pass
Full of some disease
In the lonely bed
Of your father's nest