Letra de Icon - Bolt Thrower

No escape, there is no way out
Of this constructed existence
A created image of untrue conception
You cannot find the real you

Manipulated a hyped invention
Who is this false identity?
The ideal person, perfect role model
Beneath you can feel the cracks

Now your nerves begin to break
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You're losing your grip, now it's too late
Perceive this - no fallacy
This icon faces insanity

On the verge of mental breakdown
Forgotten realms of madness are found
Now you face the final curtain
You future life is now uncertain