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Trying to see but can't break through

Silver skies talks to me like ghosts of the past

Ignoring call from electric skies

And the house of cards

Falls to the ground

Death seems to whisper these years

Must face it and tell the truth

Must face myself and tell the world

Still lost in the white lines

Death seems to whisper these years

Must face it and tell the truth

Must face myself and tell the world

Still seeing through mirrors

A December could only apply to myself

Going to the lake of freedom but water is to cold to swim

I can go back but I can't move

Temptation can burn

But will I drown

Death seems to whisper these years

Must face it and tell the truth

Must face myself and tell the world

Still seeing through mirrors

Death seems to whisper these years

Must face it and tell the truth

Must face myself and tell the world

Still seeing through mirrors