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Text: The Anix. Illusion.

When image starts to fade
The rumors set the vibe
When tepid visions take the stage
Your dreams get set aside

Your shallow smile can't hide the way
You're never satisfied
Tell you want your tears inside
Pretending you're all right

Sometimes nothing goes your way
Pretend you don't mind taking second place
So what does this mean to be in love with the fame?
It's an illusion of time
Will you be alright?

If we can last a day
Then nothing's left to hide
When everything you made to me
Pushes me away

Your shallow smile can't hide the way
You're never satisfied
Tell you want your tears inside
Pretending you're all right

Sometimes nothing goes your way
Pretend you don't mind taking second place
So what does this mean to be in love with the fame?
It's an illusion of time
Will you be alright?

Sometimes nothing goes your way
Pretend you don't mind taking second place
So what does this mean to be in love with the fame?
It's an illusion of time
Will you be alright?

Sometimes nothing goes your way
Pretend you don't mind taking second place
So what does this mean to be in love with the fame?
It's an illusion of time
Will you be alright?