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 ...