The gray of winter dulls the flame
And it's fading
A vacant chill devoid of grace
Always waiting
To take my hand and lead me on
To places
Of mirrored caves and chambers
A little maze within myself
I'm face to face with soulless eyes, eyes
I hate to look into my eyes, eyes
There is no calm, there is so storm
Only memories
Of closing doors and curtains drawn
And the rambling
Of whats, and ifs, and buts
Fill the spaces
Between hypnotic chants
They echo within myself
I'm face to face with soulless cries, cries
I hate to look into my eyes, eyes
Searching for something in this life
To warm my bones
Searching for something in this life
To call my home
There must be something out there
It's just the wind, it's just the rain
Of a last word
A pessimistic piss parade
Marching backwards
To every foolish choice I've made
And I notice
That everywhere I look is my reflection
My reflection
Spinning out cos I took some time
If I breathe I'll lose my mind
I can't, I can't sense the earth
All the hands that come and go
All the mouths that feed my woes
I can't, I can't be enough
Can't run, there's nowhere else
I can go to escape myself
I try, oh lord, I try
Fragments reflect the past
I'm always looking back
Into my eyes, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
I'm just a strange delusion
I'm just a substitution
I'm just a dark intruder
I'm just a self-abuser