Did I hear you say we're nothing just silhouettes in a prison chained to walls we've built ourselves to revel in isolation Accusing us we're kings of dust or queens of empty revelations That cling to dreams lost in the past on the run without a destination But with voices, echoes in our minds We might really be that sort of circle That sorts out lies and weaves in truths And turns them around 'til you can't see Behind confusion lies a secret place that not many are to find And the question isn't who is right but who keeps running blindBirth sign: Capricorn
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