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Hollow and fated, existence obscures The prefabricated illusion of will There are no saviours, and death is ensured Every thought instilled Hope is fruitless and purpose is blind Drawing veils over our eyes Over nothing our choices preside We are born and we die Where the seas meet the skies Between the trees and mountainsides I may breathe, may resign The stifling dream may subside But clarity returns with time All of this will fade from sight Sentenced to serve, our futures await Not that we deserve to deviate Follow the herd, do not be afraid The release of death unravels the way Illusions of will, our thoughts are instilled Existence obscures, death is ensured With veils over our eyes, we are born and we die From Letras Mania