Everybody stares, but no one understands.
What made this act is always uncertain
and never with joy I turn my face away

Derobe and apprehend, the image is made clear
The mirrors sees nothing as I expect they would
Blank like the pond that I drowned my pride in.

Was I there?

No more marks, No more proof
No one knows me, no one remembers my words
No more tears, No more prints
No one knows me, no one remembers my words
No regret, No clear past
No one knows me, no one remembers my words
No beginning, No clear end
No one knows me, no one remembers my words

Constantly trying, repeatedly failing
To [bad word] or to begone is the question that no one asks
Glass-colored thoughts from a transparent heart
Bad luck isnt brought by broken mirrors, but by broken minds
The cage is open and the movement makes all the birds flee

Step by step I've gone into the dark. The movement itself is the only [bad word] 
Self-aware of this perfection as the pattern [bad word] smoke.
It seems so simple, It seems so possible; I thought you finally smiled.

I finally see
The mirror is clear
We're falling apart
The pond has dried
My face is not mine
My thoughts are just lies
It all turns to dust
I finally see

I see what I see, and I know what I know. But nobody believes in me.
Self-awareness [bad word]  the mirrors always change the [bad word] 
I found my self alone again, when things start to fall apart.