Beseech - Illusionate Lyrics
Slowly as they reach my soulwith confiding holgrams, why?Someone pull the strings for meI am getting weakernow they're in control[Chorus]illusion made of glassinside a screenthey transformate my soulcompletely blackmy skill to love is goneI can not feelhallucination comesand makes me breatheSomeone paint my dreams in bloodwith no compassion, why?things that I touch and feelare now behind the curtainexit time, please[Chorus]