Testo M.D.T.

Society breeds growing crowds of pointless masquerade, Conformity a shallow lie that slowly starts to fade. People strive for happiness; their efforts are contained, In an illusion called reality, a prison for their pain. I can only be myself; it's all I've to be. There can be no-one else, no-one left but me. You lie to seem like nothing's bad, a lie will make you strong. Everything I ever thought turns out to be wrong. The web you weave is so complex you start to lose yourself I won't play your fucking games, my life's worth more than that. Step inside a hollow mind, of twisted morals: no love, just hate. Attraction rules, emotions are dead. Play acting to fill the chasm that's left. Cold and heartless, the mind moves on. Another man falls, her lying has won