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Symbols clash with colors

Fading nostalgia

Piercing silence envelopes

And develops my paranoia

In the black mist

I can see the haunting disposition

Of a cynical truth

Stretched beyond proportion

I may be jaded and a liar

But I can change the values

Of the rigged equations of memories

By convincing myself its true

Just like I convince everyone that I'm not

A danger to society in every inch and corner

Of my flesh and bones

Riddled with betrayal and anger

I fear I'll one day be exposed

This world is a graveyard of ideas

Buried under the foundations

The distractions

The complications of existence

I may be paranoid

But I feel that I'm the only one awake