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,
Losing grip, now its too late,
Perceive this is 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.
