Comatose Vigil - Mirrors of Despair dalszöveg

i stare into my face 
we are connected by solitude 
together tied in chains of despair 
NOT A GLEAM OF HOPE 
mentally enslaved nameless 
having no future and no past 
i look at myself from 
the surface of a black lake 

mirrors call 
mirrors melt 
mirrors take me out of here 

what the silver moon sings about 
in eternal collapse at night 
what i am looking for 
in the empty skies (empty like me) 
a swallow of freedom sticks in my throat 
when the sun goes down 
in the mirrors of despair 
there is only my face