how can we trust our reflections when a mirror can't say who we are?nthe face in the glass only says one thing, we've stared too long at the sun.nnour mouths are so dry and thirstynand rainfall is nowhere near usnnour bodies, hollow shells like housings for our last remains, are just casketsnthis evening, when the moon's exposed us, our faces are just headstonesnnour mouths are so terribly dry and thirstynand rainfall has never been more of a blessingnwe're searching for cliff sides near oceans to leap fromnnthe birds say flight is so overratednthe air is the same as the ground beneath usnfreedom is just an idea we're chained tonso clip my wings and lead me to waternnour mouths are so dry and thirstynand rainfall is no where near usnwe're searching for an oceanna body to sustain us