Lyrics Icon - Bolt Thrower
No
escape,
there
is
no
way
out
Of
this
constructed
existence
A
created
image
of
untrue
conception
You
cannot
find
the
real
you
Manipulated
a
hyped
invention
Who
is
this
false
identity?
The
ideal
person,
perfect
role
model
Beneath
you
can
feel
the
cracks
Now
your
nerves
begin
to
break
You're
losing
your
grip,
now
it's
too
late
Perceive
this
- no
fallacy
This
icon
faces
insanity
On
the
verge
of
mental
breakdown
Forgotten
realms
of
madness
are
found
Now
you
face
the
final
curtain
You
future
life
is
now
uncertain
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