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