I've disengaged, nothing's rattling my cage and my colour's paled. All my words turn stale, hanging in the static air.
Another blank page, I've got nothing new to say. Where's the hunger gone? Well it's been too long stuck in automatic, and not moving, not moved
And we lose ourselves in a house of mirrors, in a house of mirrors, and the walls are closing. Hide from the world in a house of mirrors, where the fear will kill us, and the walls are closing....
Cos I'm dead until I'm fighting for life, until the fear of the end is in the whites of my eyes. Cos I've got to need something, to take it further. I'm dead until I'm fighting for life, until I'm near to the edge, or hanging over the side. Cos I've got to find something to push against, to take it further.
Got a question mark, and a shot into the dark from the comfort zone into the great unknown. Show me what I've got to lose?
Time comes then leaves, like the subtlest of thieves. A clock counts down and when you turn back round, everything has moved along. So get moving, get moved
or we'll lose ourselves in a house of mirrors, in a house of mirrors, and the walls are closing. Hide from the world in a house of mirrors, where the fear will kill us and the walls are closing....
Cos I'm dead until I'm fighting for life, until the fear of the end is in the whites of my eyes. Cos I've got to need something, to take it further. I'm dead until I'm fighting for life, until I'm near to the edge, or hanging over the side. Cos I've got to find something to push against, to take it further.