What will you find, when you stare through the mirror into the graveyards of your mind?
Where hatred is born from the ashes of lies, demons and angels blot out the sky, blot out the sky
You conform your faith, making your opinion truth, lash out every time someone disagrees with you
Obsessed with protecting some type of pride is the cause many a man with gun in hand has died
And his ghost was thinking as they buried him that night, it was all in vain, cause everyone thinks they're the one who's right, the one who's right, the one who's right, the one who's right
Your face is alabaster and forgotten
Countless years of wearing masks
You'll be rewarded with emptiness for staying faithful to the task