Icon lyrics

Artist  : Bolt Thrower 
Song : Icon



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 No escape, there is no way out,
Of this
constructed existence,
A created image of
untrue conception,
You cannot find the real
you.
Manipulated a hyped invention,
Who
is this false identity?
The ideal person,
perfect role model,
Beneath you can feel the
cracks,
Now your nerves begin to break,
Losing grip, now its too late,
Perceive
this no fallacy,
This icon faces
insanity,
On the verge of mental
breakdown,
Forgotten realms of madness are
found,
Now you face the final curtain,
Your future life is now uncertain.