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I'm this thick black curtain that you see Invitations all went out with ease Ninety-two chances for connection die Replaced by pitch black and blinding light You'll find empty space where life should be Void of everything that you should see Can you hear a cry for help behind this wall Ten feet thick and twenty high? Behind all this makeup is no one you know (Behind...) I safely speak the truth and watch confusion grow (Safely speak the truth and watch confusion...) Can someone my potential realize? Can you tear me down and show your eyes? From Letras Mania