Illusionate - Beseech

Slowly as they reach my soul

with confiding holgrams, why?

Someone pull the strings for me I am getting weaker

now they’re in control

illusion made of glass

inside a screen

they transformate my soul

completely black

my skill to love is gone

I can not feel

hallucination comes

and makes me breathe

Someone paint my dreams in blood

with no compassion, why?

things that I touch and feel

are now behind the curtain

exit time, please