Analyzing and recognizing

How people are, takes a whole

Lot of time

But in a way or in the other

You can undress them from their wall of pride

Do you know there's a girl

Do you know there's a girl

Who can glance in you

And steal your mind

No deception can be a secret

In your smallest Russian doll

So while

You put up

You show

She knows

No time

For you

Don't mind

She knows

She's always trying to reach

Some kind of friendship with some-other

but knowing how

Things go she can't

An illusion, a reclusion,

A prisoner in her own

State of mind

Nothing new to.. to discover

Has taken her away from "life"

Do you know there are ways

And ways, and ways

To uncover layers of your mind

No deception can be a secret

In your smallest Russian doll

Omniscient relations

Between mind and veiled sensations

The colours faded to grey

Like in Russian movies

Images are moving

Slowly and gasping in pain