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    [Lyrics by K. Nardi]

    You've grown into this faceless mask and empty shell
    And, like a ghost of your indulgence, you wear them well.
    Still haunting something, by your own hand, lost
    And you shiver with the chilling sense
    You've saved nothing for yourself...

    The lies, the games,
    Devoid of guilt or shame
    Now you resent what you became
    And the reality of only you to blame

    You wander through each desperate hour and numbered day
    And long to hold each wasted moment spent in vain
    Still missing something you've slain so wrecklessly
    And ignored it through shortsightedness
    The thought that someday you might care

    The lies, the games,
    Devoid of guilt or shame
    Now you resent what you became
    And the reality of only you to blame

    Now you resent what you became
    And the reality of only you to blame

    You've grown into this faceless mask and empty shell
    And, like a ghost of indulgence, you wear them well
    Still haunting something, by your own hand, lost
    And you shiver with the chilling sense
    You've saved nothing...
    Nothing for yourself...

    Now you resent what you became
    And the reality of only you to blame

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