Trapped in the world around me
In which my body refuses to wake
In this emptiness that makes me cry
And to think that this nightmare will end
And that someday I will achieve living in peace
I don’t know if it’s a punishment
For not being what they expect me to be
I need to understand how I am supposed to be
Who are you in fact? It’s worthless
You understand that without your
Appearance, you are worthless
Be aware of those around you
Since they’ll betray you when least expected
Other lives have been destroyed already
Architect of this game and his own stage
Look at your own refl ection
And it will tell you that the world
Is just an illusion you once created
That never happened, cause you’re nothing
And you will never be cause you were born to fail
We’ll break your fantasy of hope
You are just a toy without history or truth
In the hands of perfection