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.