Standing before a mirror
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And I put a gun to my head
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Day by day a step further into nothingness
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But now the cask is overflown
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It seems to be that there's a voice
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Speaking to me from within the glass
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I hear words that try to save me
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And tell me something about the good things in life
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Maybe I should think-over my situation?
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Suddenly I realize that mirrors cannot speak
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And I see that the light at the end of the tunnel
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Is just another train
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A growing fear is filling my inner void
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Is there another sense in life for me?
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What else can I expect for myself?
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I think I'm at the point of no return
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Now I will disappear
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This is the end
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It?s better to lose all control
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Mirrors
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| My Insanity |
