Bolt Thrower

Bolt Thrower - Icon lyrics

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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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Earache

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

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