Blind in love, I do not see
The naked truth, the sophistry
Broken chains, reach for dreams
They flow down meandering streams.
Wide awake, or deep asleep
Floundering thru quagmire deep.
My shore, my shore
I can gasp no more
In this twilight zone
i still hear moans
Are they real, are they fake?
Chained to a mountain stake.
Blinkers off I clearly see
That stark Truth, the perfidy
Broken dreams, yet in chains
The glow undone, pain remains.
Wide awake while still asleep
Floundering in quagmire deep.
No coast, no home
I lay down prone
In my twilight zone
That rings with moans
Fake and real, real and fake
Speeding on without a brake.
The naked truth, the sophistry
Broken chains, reach for dreams
They flow down meandering streams.
Wide awake, or deep asleep
Floundering thru quagmire deep.
My shore, my shore
I can gasp no more
In this twilight zone
i still hear moans
Are they real, are they fake?
Chained to a mountain stake.
Blinkers off I clearly see
That stark Truth, the perfidy
Broken dreams, yet in chains
The glow undone, pain remains.
Wide awake while still asleep
Floundering in quagmire deep.
No coast, no home
I lay down prone
In my twilight zone
That rings with moans
Fake and real, real and fake
Speeding on without a brake.
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