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Truth? Is it the one should be?

Advocating a mere sense with an optic illussion.

Trust? That is the one could be.

Agitating a fearness of stimullating sensation.

Vague sight of you, haunting me every night.

Pledge that come true, what a deceiving sight.

Past? Was it the one would be?

Manifesting the answer of biogenic compution.

Fate? Was it the one could be?

Violating the ticking of time and a crippling option

Vague sight of you, haunting me every night.

Pledge that come true, what a deceiving sight.

Vague sight of you, haunting me every night.

Chronostasis!

Somewhere between our own cloudy mind heave in sight.

This fractal love born with a cause.

Chasing after you, a scattered moment.

From far away, I see you fade away.

In the mirror of the fate, our reflection shall stay.

Just throw away, our feeling shall decay.

In the mirror of the fate, our reflection shall stay.