[Music: M. Lybecker - Words: P. Mesnickow] Trying to see but can't break through Silver skies talks to me like ghosts of the past Ignoring call from electric skies And the house of cards Fall to the ground death Seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still lost in the white lines Seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still seeing through mirrors A December could only apply to myself Going to the lake of freedom but water is to cold to swim I can go back but I can't move Temptation can burn But will I drown Death seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still seeing through mirrors Death seems to whisper these years Must face it and tell the truth Must face myself and tell the world Still seeing through mirrors [X2]