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Good: Your confusion is just an illusion

Caused by a maddening pollution

Of questions unanswered by daylight

And answers questioned because of your fright

Him: I don’t understand what you mean when you talk

Confusion draws symbols just like a piece of chalk

On the board of my black soul corrupting

You mean just too much, and yet talk about nothing

Good: Even if you think you’re done

Him: My soul’s crippled, I have no more dreams

Good: Just try to fight the urge to run

Him: I’m lost in the sound of my angry screams

Good: For all what happens can be undone

Him: How can I fight? I have no more dreams

Good: Eventually you’ll find your own sun

Him: I’ll never be free, or, at least, so it seems

Good: The rays of the future blind your narrow perceptions

And they keep on hurting your unfinished connections

Just open your eyes and look for the door

And when you’ll find it, you’ll just ask for more

Him: Was it the warmth in the sound of your voice

That got me thinking I might still have a choice

That caught my eye, and aroused my mind

To look for the meaning of the dreams I can’t find

Good: I did my part, now you must seek your might

Him: I know I am weak although I did fought

Good: Just gather your thoughts and conquer the night

Him: But I might do consider what you just taught

Good: I hope I did give you a small piece of light

Him: I need some time to grasp this whole thought

Good: Just enough to finish your fight

Him: And maybe escape from this web I’m caught