Illusionate

Slowly as they reach my soul

With confounding holograms, why?

Someone pulls the strings for me

I am getting weaker Now they´re in control

Illusion made of glass

Inside of 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 compassion, why?

Things that I could touch and feel

Are now behind the curtain

Exit time, release

Illusion made of glass

Inside of a screen

They transformate my soul

Completely black

My skill to love is gone

I can not feel

Hallucination comes

And makes me breathe

Illusion made of glass

Inside of a screen

They transformate my soul

Completely black

My skill to love is gone

I can not feel

Hallucination comes

And makes me breathe