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• Artiste: Subterranean Masquerade
• Titre: Observation Through Metamorphosis
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And now... I'm lying here Watching in silence The process, almost complete, This door is locked, enchanted with demise And an image foreseen from the other room... Is this me? The struggling to gain the throne of his own senses, Dressed in disguise, They paint him white, from head to toe Oblivious to the void, its absence will apply Staring, at the edge of time Circulating without remorse No regret for knowing too much And staring at the eye of my world The walls will stand tall and proud tomorrow In this place where time stands still Impossible to cure my image, Impossible to cut my will Mirrors upon mirrors of my soul trapped in a maze, But it's useless to express the pain Room 63 is silent tonight Behind the door, you can barely hear Footsteps to another dream From here Will you hear?