IRC-Galleria

As we fall our descent will be through our darkest dreams
Our reflections just a memory of our lives past
See the world standing still through blood stained glass
You know that the pain wonÂ’t subside when youÂ’re so weak
Embrace the cold breath of truth
And we wonÂ’t be in this world
To hear the cries of the feeble or the meek
Inside the nothingness
Floods with insecurity
WeÂ’re burning from within for something we canÂ’t reach
And in the end thereÂ’s nothing left
This stagnant world is at an end
The mirror questions our worth every day
And we canÂ’t live up to itÂ’s expectations
Fills us with the hope of dreams that we canÂ’t live up to
Inside the nothingness floods with insecurity
And IÂ’m burning from within for something I canÂ’t reach
And in the end thereÂ’s nothing left for me