Why the faces contort with such shadow
This place holds nothing but the agitated screams now
You you you you you
Wrapped in own ego and unable to see the fault in your way
Do not blame others for your partial blindness
Out there I'm pretty sure
You will find another hypocrite
So perhaps you can polish your growing madness and dictatorship
The last song is written as your requiem
Laced with thinly veiled hatred I really hope you understand
This beautiful image of a falling butterfly that lost both her wings
Burnt deep into my retina and wanders about
This place was plagued by thick mist and was cleared by the swift anger
Now I can see which is enemy and which is misery
The old me has died along with my loyalty to you
So long because now I want to forge my own path
One that will not cross yours, I'm making it to reality
Our dreams that you don't want to grasp now
Will your ego ever die? I doubt it will
Because as long as you continue to live you will accumulate the pride
And soon you won't be able to look at the ground anymore
Therefore go away, carrying the image of the butterfly
Remember that it once represent you
Only now she is without wings and falling
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