If I gave you the truth, would it keep you alive?

Sometimes the truth lies in front of your eyesand makes so little sensethat you just don't see it; it's like confronting your reflection in a fun house mirror - it's hard to believe that the twisted figure staring back is you. We've become a similar monster; we are such bizarre versions of what we once used to be, and I can barely reckognize us. But unlike the fun house, we can't escape when we turn away from the glass, the reflection is still there.

Seether: Truth


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