Analyzing and recognizingnHow people are, takes a wholenLot of timenBut in a way or in the othernYou can undress them from their wall of pridennDo you there's a girlnDo you there's a girlnWho can glance in younAnd steal you mindnNo deception can be a secretnIn your smallest Russian dollnnSo whilenYou put upnYou shownShe knowsnnNo timenFor younDon't mindnShe knowsnnShe always trying to reachnSome kind of friendship with some-othernbut knowing hownThings go she can'tnnAn illusion, a reclusion,nA prisoner in her ownnState of mindnNothing new to.. to discovernHas taken her away from lifennDo you know there are waysnAnd ways, and waysnTo uncover layers of your mindnNo deception can be a secretnIn your smallest Russian dollnnOmniscient relationsnBetween mind and veiled sensationsnThe colours faded to greynLike in Russian moviesnImages are movingnSlowly and gasping in pain