Testo You're Not Real

I’m breathing in an empty room
And I deny to let you in
You wonder if I’m crashing soon
But you’ve lost the struggle deep within

How many cries can make you disappear?
How many times it seemed that you’re not real?
How many times you’ve spoken to me?
How many signs did you receive?

Now I’m breaking down traditions
By preparing your submission
Cause under my control
There’ll be no freedom for your soul