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How could I give in so easily
Believing I was being smothered by insanity
Oh how weak I was inside
Blinded into believing there was somebody on my side

The loneliness created a transformation
A different side of me was the creation
A robotic me dead yet alive
At least I know I’m alive on the outside

Numb emotions, I’ve lost all feeling
Coldness in my soul eternally growing
I’ve adapted myself to an old routine
So cold blooded, I’m so obscene

My god I’ve become so succumb
My psychoses has now been overrun
By the machine called conformity
I never thought this could happen to me