| This toll has taken me back, now I’m cold |
| Will this never ending sickening die? |
| Mistaking monsters bound by the shadows |
| Staring back and haunting me |
| We will sound off the guns |
| It’s long road to travel down to drown our reflection when we’re done |
| The disease holds tightly and close to home |
| When the bell tolls |
| We assert our mortal roles they stole |
| Look at me, I’m worn out |
| Shot down by the mirror |
| There’s a parasite in my own home |
| And it’s growing bigger |
| Make me, disbelieve |
| As a whole damn renegade crawls through my accolade of hope |
| I cry, for the survivors and sinners |
| Who were all shot down by the mirror |
| It’s a never ending circus of Viral’s and Demolishers |
| Bleeding out their misery |
| Rampage, delivering the sinister |
| Decay falls over us while staring at each other in the mud! |
| This mirror’s calling out for the Nightrunners |
| Desperate to rise from the shadows |
| Bringing hellfire to the meadows! |
| Look at me, I’m worn out |
| Shot down by the mirror |
| There’s a parasite in my own home |
| And it’s growing bigger |
| Make me, disbelieve |
| As a whole damn renegade crawls through my accolade of hope |
| I cry, out to the saints and the sinners |
| Who were all shot down |
| I’ve bitten the bullet, several times |
| But the banshee in my heart recalls their names |
| Settling with volatiles nestled in my viral blood |
| My fate is understood |
| Pull them down |
| Pin them up and drive home what you’re made of inside! |
| Biomarkers, behold this darker side of the world |
| Amazing how we look alike, when you look in my eyes |
| And behold the Bazaar |
| Monolith’s fly! |
| (Make it go away! Make it go away!) |
| Before it takes control of me! |
| Look at me, I’m worn out |
| Shot down by the mirror |
| There’s a parasite in my own home |
| And it’s growing bigger |
| Make me, disbelieve |
| As a whole damn renegade crawls through my accolade of hope |
| I cry, out to the saints and the sinners |
| Who were all shot down by the mirror |
| This mirror’s calling out my life’s brothers |
| Desperate to blame you |