Have you left a mirror image of yourself dying alone?
Are you locked within the memory of everything you've known
A slowly fading memory into what you have become,
Have you let it slip away, all the lost forgotten melodies,
From everything you used to to be and everything you've known
This presentation of our lives
Will meet the faces we've locked inside
This absent person you've left to die
Will get the chance to breath the air outside
Now time will tell if you will ever reach into yourself
And take hold of any pieces of the vision that was left
Now a missing life will be revealed by redeeming it's clarity
By breaking through what you have called your sanity
This presentation of our lives
Will meet the faces we've locked inside
This absent person you've left to die
Will get the chance to breath the air outside
...
This presentation of our lives
Will meet the faces we've locked inside
This absent person you've left to die
Will get the chance to breath the air outside
...