"Searching for yourself is like looking for the house you stand in/ How could you possibly find it?/ It's everywhere/ It's all you know/ And there are no other points of reference" (Pain of Salvation)
... Bisa!
"An acquaintance so oddly old - bred not to love -
Suffers the beaten grounds of Idioglossia:
We talk, but we do not speak.
Together only in our incapability to leave this fallen playground,
We rule this Empire merely with these few crippled toys;
Rust in our faces.
This is what we can share - this is all we can lose.
Still,
Furiously we will linger to it with our lives.
Hear this voice, see this man standing before you
I'm just a child trapped inside this fall
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