Bolt Thrower

Bolt Thrower - Icon lyrics

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 it's 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

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