Every prism is a prison within this black mirror
....and I am all but trapped in trance
Lost within this illusion of light
Malformed disdain staring back at me
Weak within my presence
....and I am all but trapped in trance
At every angle, I've become my undoing
This defective form to watch in past tense
So much so, that my stains are stationary
....and I'm all but trapped in trance
Existence shaped in lies and shit
I know what I've done and hate what I've become
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