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Ten years wasted in a reflection, It wasn't my face, just a cheap, dark perfection. A flawless puppet, silk strings and a lie, The right smile to keep you blind in my eye. I drank the poison and called it my comfort, Until the soul became an empty, deaf harbor. But when I tried to breathe outside of the mold, I smelled the burning, a future growing cold.
I'm not making excuses, no, I'm not asking for grace, The truth is a ghost I finally embrace. They told me"Stay in the lane, just follow the light," But that light was a spotlight hiding the night. This is not my life, it's not my skin anymore, I broke the glass just to let the real evil soar.
I am walking down to my Real Hell, No maps, no goodbye, just a story to tell. I burned the stage where I used to perform well, The price for freedom? Everybody leaves, oh well. They call me the Outcast, and that's the name I adore, Leave me here in the shadow that I finally soar. If the real me is damned, then I will take the road, To my new kingdom, alone and free, I will go.
Their faces in the crowd, they look like the jury, They stare at me now, filled with fake fury."Where are your diamonds? Where is your velvet lining?" They ask about the fame that I stopped assigning. Loneliness is a heavy suit, poorly fit, But it's the only thing that feels absolutely legit. I left the gold, I lost my glass throne, To earn a new name, now written on stone.
I'm not making excuses, no, I'm not asking for grace, The truth is a ghost I finally embrace. They told me"Stay in the lane, just follow the light," But that light was a spotlight hiding the night. This is not my life, it's not my skin anymore, I broke the glass just to let the real evil soar.
I am walking down to my Real Hell, No maps, no goodbye, just a story to tell. I burned the stage where I used to perform well, The price for freedom? Everybody leaves, oh well. They call me the Outcast, and that's the name I adore, Leave me here in the shadow that I finally soar. If the real me is damned, then I will take the road, To my new kingdom, alone and free, I will go.
I walked through the fire just to feel the cold... It's a sentence, I know, a story that won't be sold. (Whisper) They left me all alone... for the thing that I am... Not a hero, not a king, just a man who's walking, damn. (Just a man who's walking, damn...)
They called me the Outcast, right? Good. That means I'm finally out of sight. This silence is my heaven now. It never felt this good to be alone, somehow. (Fade out with the synth and reverb)
