Original lyrics

EN

Stare at the broken reflection Wishing we were lost Here lies the album Torn pictures now seem shot Begging now for what we live for Counting down the collapse of the floor Closer now the nauseas creep Quiet now we softly speak My myth, your magic Not quite the way we palnned Last kiss, seems tragic Cant this cure the damned My myth, your magic Will you ever understand Last kiss, seem tragic Am I the weaker man When every nightmare calls out to you I'll be far from here Exhaust the roots of confession Before the dead appear Seamless portraits hide much more What I have in store Dying moment, will it ever end This sickness, contagious This hate within