{Intro Guitar Instrumental} Clothed within skin and bone, we hear a phantom’s song in mortal hands, writing the words, hiding the fear where liberty forever stands. Our bodies are but borrowed clay, the costumes worn for fleeting scenes, yet souls remain when flesh decays, unchained beyond the reel of dreams. Our lives are drawn in black and white, yet actors move in shades of gray, their scripts are written out of sight, their endings veil the light from day. {Chorus} Our mirror breathes with fractured breath, it holds our reality still, reflecting not of life or death, but choice, and consequence of will. {Guitar Instrumental} Step forward now, as logic dissolves beyond the roles we thought we played, for in our bond no time absolves the choices made where truth has strayed. Their lies bend into the dark haze, hidden from the face that we view. clouding their truth from the daze, reflecting the ghosts we once knew. The Cosmos trembles from its Voice of Truth unchained, both fierce and clear. Its cadence shakes our hollow choice from the echoes we once could hear. {Chorus} Our mirror breathes with fractured breath, it holds our reality still, reflecting not of life or death, but choice, and consequence of will. {Outro Guitar Instrumental} ~Justin R Hart~
