Stare at the broken reflectionnWishing we were lostnHere lies the albumnTorn pictures now seem shotnBegging now for what we live fornCounting down to collapse on the floornCloser now the nauseas creepnQuiet now we softly speaknnMy myth, your magicnNot quite the way we plannednLast kiss, seems tragicnCan't this cure the damnednMy myth, your magicnWill you ever understandnLast kiss, seems tragicnAm I the weaker mannnWhen every nightmare calls out to younI'll be far from herenExhaust the roots of confessionnBefore the dead appearnSeamless portraits hide much morenWhat I have in storennDying moment, will it ever endnThis sickness, contagiousnThis hate within