Misplaced Senses

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Originally featured on "Wisdom Of The Blind Demo" 1991

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MISPLACED SENSES

From the depth of fears you're watching
Yourself getting older
In the mirror of wasted time
These ficticious faces used to become
Someone else
Forsaken with the veil of lies
Deceitful and envious, runnig out
From the past
Into your world, created in mind

Sorrounded by fiction
Lonliness is your sickness
What you've become is your fault
Obsession of being a genious

Making up the stories to amaze other people
You've lost control of what's real
Delusive lies to stop them for a while
Before they go, befor they forget
What you hate the most
Is when they laugh at you
Those insincere people, who don't understand

Haunted by misleading illusion
You don't want to hear the truth
Progression in selfish conclusion
That no one is smart but you

Sorrounded by fiction
Lonliness is your sickness
What you've become is your fault
Obsession of being a genious

Searching for perfection
You didn't find yourself
You forgot yourself looking for a quick fame
Tired of it all you feel so lonely
Someone else is guilty, someone else is to blame
Insane of solitude, alone cause insane
You'll run away, always run away

Sorrounded by fiction
Lonliness is your sickness
What you've become is your fault
Obsession of being a genious

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from Lost Forever World, released January 1, 2006

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