The icy cords pull my chain cuffs tight
To show me my sins
Wallow in the past of memories fond and pure
Tainted with ashes of arson
The face of fear and death walk beside me
The guiding hands of mother and father
Showing me the true reality of this world
That existence is cruel and torturous
Twisted as it may to truly know myself
In reality I'm a stranger in the mirror
Traitor to myself for actions in my past doing
My thought and soul bleed each other out
My reflection of a boy scared in the woods
I'm unarmed in this nature of greed and hate
But deep in my eyes my soul speaks out
Lost in this maze comforts my yearning heart