Amaranthe

Can't you hear me
Calling out for help
My days are coming to an end
A constant disguise
Each step takes a new direction
Escapes the perception of my eyes
No exception cut your lies
Waking up by the lights
A sense of sustained surveillance
Vectors calling my desire
My conception devised
One answer in my mind
In my imagination
It's a passage to your life
That you?ve put aside
Can't you hear me
Calling out for help
My days are coming to an end
Now that you enter the maze
Can't you hear I'm crying in despair
No one knows that I'm aware
And it's the end of your days
A digital maze
A global mass projection
Cryptic deception mortal affection