Did you ever think of being the prey in the “cornerstone” Where dead-burning cold nights deform your own soul? Did you ever dream of these days you’ll be called “so engraved and pathetic”?
Did you ever think of being a loner when sky falls? The black forlorn zone would absorb your own thoughts Did you ever dream of these names that you make “so derailed and hysteric”?
… the answer is No, You would never be on your own Cause’ you’ve been killing all that you know You’ve been living a dream all alone
So you want to be in the place of these scattered souls, Where mirrors made of empathy reveal their skeletons Are the dreams and your hopes deadly enough so as to feed all the hysterics?
…still the answer is “No”. You would never be on your own Killing everything that you know Well you’ve been living a dream all alone
Realise that mirror is a lonely place And every time all it takes is just another name You see it dies when all forgotten fames And lights will all fade away, when blood is on the blade
Still it seems so wrong You could never be on your own You’ve been everything but too strong Now the mirror is a lonely place.