The coronation of a false illusionist
Shaded by my own fears
I’m staring at a city of stones

As my wishes turn to dust
Captivate me, silence my throat!
As the crowd raises its voice!
Let me out!

My liberation
From a forlorn truth
Those eyes ablaze
In fires of lost youth
Hills remain silent to the noise of the outer world
Like abandonded homes in an arsonist’s dreams
Turns the smoke into tears
Windows become gates!
Voices intertwine
I wallow in temptation
Do follow?
Do I rebel?

The call!
Resistance!
The call!
Resistance!

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