A Face in the mirror
Smiling at me
Whispers the words
Through the glint
Conscience fading
I make war on you
And fan the flames
What else could I do
'cause
The
Sands are running out
And my
Pain is burning
FadingA Face in the mirror Smiling at me Whispers the words Through the glint Conscience fading I make war on you And fan the flames What else could I do 'cause The Sands are running out And my Pain is burning |