I feel the color draining from my face As if I've seen a ghost In place of my existence In urgency, I look to my reflection Only to see myself As pale as the white noise that deafens me
This cannot be (this cannot be) Is this the other side Should I fear that there's no turning back? Is this the end? (Is this the end?) I feel the cold embrace An icy touch that slithers down my spine
And I won't give in I'll summon up the strength to overcome I'm here, still holding on To everything that I hold close (and I know) And I know I have the strength to overcome To overcome I will prevail
I hear the siren song, and though it sounds so sweet I know it's tempting, but I know where I should be I will press on I just can't let it all slip away And like the flick of a brush I splash the color back onto my canvas
Is this reality? Is this the other side? Through struggle I'll make it back alive And though it seems I'm at wit's end My will is burning deep within I feel the warmth return to me