Smoke and mirrors, windows and fog
Like ashes we never know where we fall
Were you there, on the other side of the screen?
Watching me, blistering my hands, and bursting out screams?
Is that you, behind the glass?
Divisive is the heart, and the things it binds to me
The hooks that pull it apart, will set me free, even if painfully
Is that you, behind the glass?
Or just apparitions of a graceful past?
The things we do to ourselves for what we mistake as love
Yet crawling back, because out there we are so alone
Divisive is the heart, and the things it binds to me
The hooks that pull it apart, will set me free, even if painfully
I'll swallow this glass and choke on it
Shards of trust from a broken promise
I'm your harvester, reaping my consequences
This pain we share, so unfair, can I fix what's fractioned?
Only pieces left, after severing the heart
Because all the things that made it whole, only tore it apart
