Of Matter – Proxy (TesseracT)

I'm a surrogate I'm archetypal and itinerant I'm your excuse to long For a superior I will undertake I will overcome Imperfection you will find Look close enough Tear off the mask I need This endeavor is not mine You subject me to the daggers you conceive I'm stronger than I was before Thus you reinforce these walls I can't fight you anymore Threatened by the open door All the chances I ignore I can't stand still anymore The day is done Nothing left to say Resting head in hands Wishing I had known my place To take a stand The errand of a fool I'm not to reprimand I'm here to help you through Is nothing like it seems? Living in this sequence, a dream Is nothing like it seems? Gather broken shards of self esteem