Wish I could see me through your eyes
To lose myself in the mirrors on your wall
I’ve never seen me after all
And when the curtains fall
I just feel like a ghost upon the stage
I know there is no god at all
But I still can’t believe in me
Wish I could touch me with your hands
Because I can’t take off my skin
To make me tangible at last;
Or at least unreal to run away from this ordeal
And I know you tried your best to help,
But sadly words are weak,
When it’s a language you don’t speak
Time and again little wounds have grown
Grown and claimed totality
Your gaze will never penetrate my skin
I’ve seen a light that glows within
Burning inside, falling apart
From the flesh, your mind departs
Shards fly like feathers
Mirrors turn into dust
Too many colors
Too little trust
Slaves is my favorite song, although Crosses comes at such a close second... this LP and acts of worship I both need to own in some sort of physical copy one day, they're so good at expressing emotions I didn't even know I felt... yona