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Listen to the echo.
The world i just don't know.
Listen to the echo.
We've got to make it grow.

Trapt in a dream,
where no one can hear my screams.
and stuck in a illusional place,
where people have no face.

In a room alone,
screaming, hearing the moan.

It comes from the inside seeps through your brain plotting against you.
hearing the syes and repeating all of the lies.
what can we do.

run from the pain you made.
let the dream slowly fade.
then we can be made into a creature of comfort.

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