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My Return

When my crypt was opened,
I didn't understand,
All those things I was told,
About this foreign land.
'Cos it all seemed different,
To me and to my mind,
But behind the hidden lies,
Was a truth that I could find.

As when you search hard enough,
Everything is here,
Even dreams that are unreal,
So there's no need to fear.
All those things which you are told,
They are lies built to deceive,
Your mind, your heart, your soul,
All the things which you believe.

About this world, about this life,
Which goes by every day,
There is turning back,
Is there anymore I have to say.
To you on my return,
There's no more I can preach,
About the lies, the false, the tricks,
'Cos they're absorbin' you like a leech.

Original By Zak. B (Zelleon)