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As if everything I were, just an illusion of control…

The self-deceptive sense of being someone else.

As if I had a choice, pulled by the strings of

Predetermined fact

The only way to learn, is to accept and see the facts; for what they really are!

Choice, fate, guilt, will, thought, goals,

Merit or fault, only mirrors of the delusion

That you call" yourself"

Freedom, decision, act and volition, all superstition, source and cause, only a product, just a result of space and time

Love or hate, lust and faith, fail or gain or simply insane;

The strings that determine your sense of

Experience and thought… are being pulled again!

A marionette's lament, the realization of lack of control, prisoner of your own thoughts

Never to understand exactly why

Only a marionette's lament,

Only a marionette's lament

The strings that make you what you are,

Are the strings that determine what you'll never be

The strings that attach you here and now

Are the strings that will detach you from existence!