Real
What is this insane reality that I live in.
Its seems to be that every time I come to see.
I can't still believe.
I'm walking 'round Blind
I'm worse than the mice.
I'm awakening from beauty.
And surrounded by the ugly truth.
And What Has This Forsaken Truth Revealed?
Only A Future To Be Untold
And Unfortunately Revealed.
Dumb Founded Aren't You.
Well That's How Its Got To Be.
In This Insanity Called
Reality.
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