The Mirror Knows

The scale is tilted by a silent hand

We draw our maps upon the shifting sand (mmmmm)

And blame the wind for where the borders fall

To never face the mirror on the wall (ahhhh)

It's easier to paint the sky in grey

And watch the gold dissolve and slip away

There is no luck beneath the cold design Every fractured step was

always mine

We build our prisons out of comforting lies And close our eyes

We lay our burdens on a wooden stage To act the victim

in a paper cage (yeah) But every shadow knows the author's name

We

run from the mirror

We

run from the debt (no!)

No stars are aligned

There is no luck beneath the cold design Every fractured step was

always mine

We build our prisons out of comforting lies

And close our eyes

Just a comfortable lie...