In the mirror
The reflection turns to you
And it speaks inside your mind
Falling deeper
Slipping into slumber
Looking inward try to find
Found in a dream
Pulling the seams
Lost in the path
The aftermath
Thoughts awaken
Synapse run in their routine
It seems the lock is broken
That old mirror
Looking back its not yourself
Half Life put atop the shelf
Found in a dream
Pulling the seams
Lost in the path
The aftermath
Found in a dream
Pulling the seams
Lost in the path
The aftermath