| Last World of Design As I keep walking You become more of a nothing to me Lust keeps on drowning There seems to be more of me Than anyone could possibly see In the world where there is only one dream And everyone has that dream We are forced to live in a megalomaniacal world A world full of dreams But a world without suffering In the Last world of design Live up to your fantasy Live up to your divine Now you can do what you want Be what you want Where everyone wants to be Become your own deity Cover up your Dark activity It's more satisfying I guess that is the key Everything Everything comes true All I want The question is where does it come from You try to remind your mind But you forget who you are How does it feel to be a messiah You are your own god. |
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