VERSE 1 There is a place the universe tries to bury Not destroy — just hide away Where broken worlds drift like shattered glass And forgotten timelines sway Every fragment holds a name No one speaks anymore Unfinished stories, lost and still Born from what came before PRE-CHORUS They say the stars were birthed in pain From timelines caving in The Veil of Return, the ancient gate Where we go to begin again CHORUS Oh, the frozen mirror's not made of ice It's reality worn thin Every step shows who I left behind The selves that might have been The ones I buried, the ones I feared The ones that never survived And I'm walking toward the Veil tonight To see if I'm still alive VERSE 2 They say it comes for those who drift Too quiet in their skin The dreamers, writers, fractured ones Who carry too much within You hear its call in dreams at night Long before your eyes can see A doorway at the edge of all Where nothing comes for free PRE-CHORUS The floating frames circle the gate Like echoes of our years Breaking softly, one by one As time forgets our fears CHORUS Oh, the frozen mirror's not made of ice It's reality worn thin Every step shows who I left behind The selves that might have been The ones I buried, the ones I feared The ones that never survived And I'm walking toward the Veil tonight To see if I'm still alive BRIDGE And if I cross — Would I find the pieces I lost? The grief, the silence, the cost? But nothing returns the same Those who go don't speak your name They stare too long at stars above Remembering worlds that never were And sometimes, they just fade away — Leaving their reflections behind to stay FINAL CHORUS (slower, stripped) And yet we search, and yet we go For some of us just know That being lost feels better now Than staying incomplete somehow The frozen mirror calls me in To every self I might have been And I'm walking through the Veil tonight To see if I'm still alive OUTRO (whispered, spoken-sung) There is a place the universe tries to bury... Not destroy — just hide... And for some souls... Becoming lost... Feels better... Than remaining incomplete...
