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We hold no recollection Of who we were, who we wanted to be None shall fall, to find the answers That would kneel on a wounded knee What are you but an illusion? What am I but the eyes that see? Breaking off in search of nothing Holding every hand that feeds What are you but an illusion? Sent to taunt the eyes that see My words are useless, yet neverending What are they but a tragedy? Life beyond this sent before me In my words they did conceal What are you now but an illusion? Lay your restless hands on me What are you but an illusion? What am I but the eyes that see? From Letras Mania