Lyrics
In the depths of my mind, I am faced with a glare
In the depths of my mind, I confront a glaring realization.
A reflection so familiar, discarded it’s giving way
A familiar reflection is abandoned, making space for something new.
To revelations not my own, to a disfigured face
Discovering revelations not originating from me, encountering a distorted self.
And as I’m staring intently at myself
Intently observing my own reflection.
The fragments rearrange into new shapes
The broken pieces transform into different forms.
I revel in the fractures from which I have been remade
Appreciating the fractures that have reshaped me.
In my eyes, the views still remain
Despite changes, the essence in my eyes endures.
Black and white are there, but fading, inviting a redder stain
Black and white views persist but are diminishing, making way for a more intense, possibly ominous influence.
I come away with shades that I’ve known, grimmer scenes to paint
Embracing various shades of experiences, darker scenes to depict.
The sickness that now faces them all
A pervasive illness confronts everyone.
Spitting image of the cure that answers its call
The illness mirrors the solution that responds to its beckoning.
It’s a sign written endlessly along their history’s crumbling walls
An enduring sign repeats through the crumbling walls of their history.
In the depths of my mind, I am faced with a choice
Again in the depths of my mind, a critical decision surfaces.
A decision not my own, an outcome I can’t refuse
A decision not within my control, an inevitable outcome I cannot reject.
I recall, again, how it plays out—with each mirror faced, there’s another threadbare
Recalling the recurring pattern—each reflection brings a frayed noose.
noose
An inescapable consequence tied to self-reflection.
And as I stare in silence, the air fills with their voices
In silence, I confront voices saturating the air.
Whispers of death from violent minds spoken through fragile bones
Whispers of death expressed by violent minds through fragile bones.
And I cannot resist their impulses any more than I can subdue my own
Unable to resist their urges, akin to my inability to control my own impulses.
The sickness that now faces them all
The pervasive illness now afflicts everyone.
Spitting image of the cure that answers its call
The illness mirrors the solution responding to its call.
It’s a sign written endlessly along their history’s crumbling walls
A persistent sign etched endlessly on the deteriorating walls of their history.
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