[Intro - Instrumental] [Verse 1] The glass is cold against my hand. A vacant surface greets my stare. I wait for what I understand. The specters gathering in there. [Verse 2] The first reflection shifts its sight. A younger ghost with hungry eyes. It hasn’t learned to temper light. It only knows the perfect lies. [Pre-Drop] The air grows thick with what has been. The history of every sin. [Drop - Instrumental] [Hook 1] The reflections start to gather close behind the pane. Each face a testament to actions dark and deep. I recognize the beauty in this self-inflicted stain. The secrets that the sober world agreed to keep. I welcome every crooked shape I see returning. This is the truth that keeps the madness burning. [Verse 3] Another version, colder still. It never flinched when blood was drawn. It understood the iron will. That triumphs just before the dawn. [Verse 4] I touch the glass where shadows cling. They do not recoil, they move with me. There is no solace life can bring. Like this pure, untamed entity. [Pre-Drop] The air grows thick with what has been. The history of every sin. [Drop - Instrumental] [Hook 2] The reflections start to gather close behind the pane. Each face a testament to actions dark and deep. I recognize the beauty in this self-inflicted stain. The secrets that the sober world agreed to keep. I welcome every crooked shape I see returning. This is the truth that keeps the madness burning. [Verse 5] The versions merge into a flood. A single, unforgiving whole. There is no separation now in blood. They are the masters of my soul. [Bridge] I used to fight the urge to break the frame. To smash the glass that showed what I’d become. But now I whisper my corrupted name. And know the only war I fought is won. [Pre-Hook] No need for absolution or for grace. I see my true allegiance in this place. [Drop - Instrumental] [Final Hook] The reflections start to gather close behind the pane. Each face a testament to actions dark and deep. I recognize the beauty in this self-inflicted stain. The secrets that the sober world agreed to keep. I welcome every crooked shape I see returning. This is the truth that keeps the madness burning. [Outro - Instrumental]
