Stare at the broken reflection   Wishing we were lost   Here lies the album   Torn pictures now seem shot   Begging now for what we live for   Counting down to collapse on the floor   Closer now the nauseas creep   Quiet now we softly speak      My myth, your magic   Not quite the way we planned   Last kiss, seems tragic   Can't this cure the damned   My myth, your magic   Will you ever understand   Last kiss, seems tragic   Am I the weaker man      When every nightmare calls out to you   I'll be far from here   Exhaust the roots of confession   Before the dead appear   Seamless portraits hide much more   What I have in store      Dying moment, will it ever end   This sickness, contagious   This hate within