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What are you doing here? What do you want? Is it music? We can play music. But you want more. You want something & someone new. Am I right? Of course I am. You want ecstasy Desire & dreams. Things not exactly what they seem. I lead you this way, he pulls that way. I'm not singing to an imaginary girl. I'm talking to you, my self. Let's recreate the world. The palace of conception is burning.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

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I was like a glass house,
ready to break into a thousand pieces
but you saw right through me.
I realize now, everything is empty,
nothing is as it seems
'cause it was all an illusion,
just another paranoid delusion.
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