The lines of reality
I feel my skin shrink
And my sight warp
I know this isn't
The way things are
Supposed to be
Forgive me
I built this world
So that I might play
And rise from my own
Visitations of paranoia
Too bad I lost touch
And now my fingers
Won't even move
Too bad I lost touch
Maybe soon things
Will get better
But I lost time too
Its somewhere back there
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