Seems you created your own illusion Fuelled by an image of me Well I couldn't stay at your side It wouldn't be right A picture that I just don't see
dream! i'm afraid and sick, if i see your disillusion - i see your disillusion i'm afraid and sick, if i see your disillusion - i see your disillusion
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Every man lives by his own truth And idiot can have faith and they all do Awash in the filth of this ugly town A chip on the shoulder And the worst taste
m feeling so scared Watch me cry Ask me why Watch me die My life is such a lie Hell, hell Hell of disillusion Die, die Hell of disillusion My hands
Religion at the heart of persecution they have divided more than united hate fed by faiths blood spilt because of the one we've gone this far with no
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Gather yourself. Might be a mess, but you're bigger than doubt. Disillusionaire. Remember the teeth behind the goddess smile. Pale horse breathe the air. And always death not far behind. Disillusionaire
Loneliness is a pow'r that we possess to give or take away forever. All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the fact there shown before you. Take
(Squire) Loneliness is a pow'r that we possess to give or take away forever. All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the fact there shown before
forget you when my world is breaking down? You're all I had, you're all I want, Disillusion, disillusions now, that's all I have. Disillusion, disillusions
Disillusion, disillusions all you left for me How can I forget you When my world is breakin' down You're all I had, you're all I want Disillusion, disillusions
we're just one step behind. you think you know life and it's meaning, while you drink your coke and crown. disillusion, it's a disillusion. disillusion, it's a disillusion
Seems you created your own illusion Fueled by an image of me Well I couldn't stay at your side It wouldn't be right A picture that I just don't see Why
In awkward times at awkward places ... Rogues in glitter robes, with fierce grimaces Sneak around me glowering. I should be running away But I keep standing
Half way through the wheat, my golden foe With his itching ears in the scorching heat. The weight of summer, torment to my hands Armed with a sickle I
Back at last from yearning slumber when the nightly drama came to a close Hoping that fall will never come Salute the morning sun Inviting us to idleness
Deep it must have been The thorn that spread a veil of constancy Times in stalemate, times of certitude Again and again this wound It's these moments
