Sometimes I hear a voice telling
Through my passions
That I have no choice but my

Fate and its reasons

Reflections on obsessions

Obsessions of the reflections
It is strange, this feeling
Obsessions of the reflections

Reflections on obsessions

Poison fades

As my veins drown you heart
Of a tear, of a last spark


I see more and more
Sparks in the mirror
The more it shines

The more the tone seems mine

Reflections on obsessions

Obsessions of the reflections
It is strange, this feeling
Obsessions of the reflections

Reflections on obsessions

Poison fades

As my veins drown you heart
Of a tear, of a last spark


I see more and more
Sparks in the mirror
The more it shines

The more the tone seems mine

Night after night

I forgot such a pain could have been real
But if my heart is still bleeding
Even its beat I can not feel