What seems to be real
Does not resemble fiction
I must show the way
There is an intruder inside you
The one who devours your ambition
You must always be in guard
There is nothing left to sell
They have already rented your illusion
There is always a burden on your back
The fight is not over yet
What do you have to lose to win ?
You don't need to bleed to death
You're not scared of everything you see
Your identity is not real
There is no confusion, there is no compassion
You must find your way
You have to tear down that wall
The one you don't face out of fear
You don't need to bleed to death
If you don't do it, who will?
You are on guard.

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