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Arena Of Concealment (Caliban)The image of the world I live inBorn into to fall into oblivion Is one huge arena of illusion and deceit Nothing's real, nothing! Curtain call and the show starts Commonness and self-laceration Against the unceasing hope of redemption - clowns The masters of disguise Are man's prototype my fear of the future increases?... This arena is crowded with clowns Curtain call and the show starts Just one tear releases a violent river |