Wrapped in a tomb of your own emotion,
scratching to get out but you lack the devotion,
while all those around wonder what's all the commotion.

Yearning for freedom down to your very bones,
why then, can't you let go...
of all that has left you empty down to your very soul?

This tomb has become the ultimate desire,
to live in a dark world where you are nothing but a liar.
You can lie to yourself and the ones you love,
and the only truth is what you deny you've become.

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