What will you find?
When you stare through the mirror
Into the graveyard 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
Last out every time
Something disagrees with you
Obsessed with protecting
Some type of pride
Is the cause many a man
With a gun in hand has died
As they buried him that night
It was all in vain 'cause everyone thinks
They're 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.
