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Breaking Down
 
 

Going deep, deep inside, inside oneself,
Looking for something
Just a spark, some meaning to life.
 

Emptiness is filling me with nausea,
Lurking as a beast.
 

Time pass in disordonate pattern,
Nothing to do.
 

Mantras of despair tattooed deep underskin,
No way to get rid of them.
 

Imagination turns on banality, offering nothing but nothing.
Just thoughts of destruction.
 

The one in the mirror isn't me,
It's just a shell that don't belongs to me,
A subject of studies.
 

Nights are longer than days.
 

Biting his tail, thoughts lead to nothing
Feelings are mere ideas, with no sense and no passion;
Meaningless, I can't feel them anymore.
 

Virtual worlds become my new reality
'cause I do no more belongs to this one.
 

Silence is my best friend,
Silence is my best enemy.
 

I don't know what I am
I don't know who I am.
Man, or something else,
Crisis with Identity.
 

TV reaction, Lights, Shapes and Sounds.
Illusions of distraction, crowd of nothing.