Ripped out the blade from my fucking
back – won't steal my dreams from me
You're telling me my path's bleak – struggle to see their means
Never ending web
The days are dark but I'm fighting to escape
Never ending web
I'm drawing lines between the real and fake
Ripped out the blade from my fucking
back – won't steal my dreams from me
I fought the tide now I walk my line – tell me I'm out of reach
Drawing lines
Drawing lines
Real and fake
I'm drawing lines between the real and fake!
Never ending web
They days are dark but I'm fighting to escape
Never ending web
I'm drawing lines between the real and fake
You're telling me...
You're telling me that I'm holding on to dead dreams
But I'll hold on till my hands bleed
Holding on to dead dreams
Holding on to dead dreams
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