Text Písně: Illusionate - Beseech

Slowly as they reach my soul
With confinding holograms, 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
Without no caompassion, why?
Things that I could touch and feel
Are now behand the curtain
Exit time, release

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

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Beseech - Illusionate
Beseech - Between The Lines
Beseech - Between The Lines
Beseech - Souls Highway
Beseech - Souls Highway

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Beseech - Lost
Beseech - Lost
Beseech - Innerlane
Beseech - Innerlane
Beseech - The Outpost