Through The Looking Glass

My eyes, my eyes...

I cannot see beyond my void

why trying to save me? I want to be unconscious

I want to be immortal

Hysteria in my laughs

I'm tired of breathing dust

I won't escape, the moon is a sickle

trying to kill me

If you follow me I'll show you secrets

never told by anyone

thoughts beyond your comprehension

that no one ever dared to name

What did you hope to see in a broken mirror?

What can you see in a broken glass?

My arms shine with stigmata

bleeding proof of my rebellion

I feel hated but I'm fucking free

my own enemy

When will you cross the forbidden threshold?

When will you cross the line that divides us?