Testo Manipulation

Your mind inflicted by decoy
Since you've become accessible
To sick pseudo-idol's suggestions

Your individuality away
Like a sandcastle
Taken down by whispers of the laughter
When you look into mirror see
Your own faceless cover
Forgotten who you had been

Lost own thoughts, desires and feelings
Look, you're a puppet in hand of fraud prophets
Demanding a proof of loyalty

You'll pay morbid price for hate
And fear, which pushed you in a void
Of the manipulation
They're the ones who feared your power
And you had lost personality and strength

The past's like a snapshot Irreversable
The present created you
Loser without a soul
The future proclaim the end
In agony of disgrace