She feels a cold breeze, At night, she hears distant cries. She is just a child but still she knows The girl in the mirror is not herself Just a phantasm of death to become
These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.
She sees atrocious things, At night, she perceives the fear in their minds. She is just a child, but still she knows when it’s time The little boy running in the fields is not real Just a burning soul of a soon dead one
These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.
These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end. Now she finally sees herself in the mirror: beauty lost. The answer to mystery of her life, is now clear Death… Death… Death… Death…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.