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You call it home

There you were born

Your existence

is full of emptiness

The world of false rules – lunatic asylum

By the madmen from your room

You are not understood

They’re like corpses - with no life

They don’t have own thoughts

But believe in their gods

Telling them how to live

Feeding them with sweet poison

I can see your dark soul

When I look into your empty eyes

But there is another world

Hidden deep into your soul

There’s no sun and no joy

So far away - it’s only yours

Run away - for there you’re dead

Run before it will disappear

Nobody will help you

Find the way on your own