Footsteps cross the schoolyard
Holding hands with a mirage
You don’t listen
You do not exist
Image of a suggestion
The broken ball in question
Through shattered mirror
Enter caravan
New mirage, mirage
It seems to me
Or maybe stop feeling
You do not exist
Train tracks through the desert
Sad eyes, little puppet
You don’t listen
You do not exist
Happy not to notice
The room retracts the focus
Where you cannot see
Reflections from within
New mirage, mirage
It seems to me
Or maybe stop seeing
You do not exist
Or maybe stop feeling
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
ALBUM: GRAVITY THE SEDUCER
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