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Progressive Insanity

The prison of my mind, of which I am it's warden
Wandering eyes tire, dropping to the ground
Feet turn cold, chaos slips through its garden
The paradox of wanting, no one but me around
If freedom is an illusion, then we are the magicians
For truth be told, such a world can't have existed.

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