The Mirror Lyrics

You with that hungry face what's your delight heroes have won the game but made a mess of their pride you say that you're not awful enough to turn 'gainst this battlefield where soldiers of black and white fight for your promises you with that hungry face your eyes are so sad call me at Monday mornin' with a self-conscious grab tell me about the sense of your dones which ordain your misery but promise you're careful with choosing your sentences don't tell me now that you are lonesome even your hunting for mere an abyss is simple to fall down so help me when I fall help me when I fall you with the hungry face I know that you're "I" watch me please watch me now so that you'll realize promises are not really enough to finish this misery but singers will never die and that is our benefit oh, I fall fall but you cannot survive this time oh, I fall fall but you cannot survive this time but I don't want to realize hide it, hide it