Want-ing what they have, with their per-fect smi-les, And heart-less lu-u-u-u-usts... Mir-ror stares back a-gain. I con-tort like the wheels in my head... Mir-ror stares back a-gai-ah-ain, Still no-thing ev-er ha-a-pens. Please wake up. I o-pen my eyes the smell of morn-ing skin. Soft touch of your hair. Your breath I breathe in. I o-pen my eyes the smell of morn-ing skin. Soft touch of your hair. Your breath I breathe in. I o-pen my e-yes the smell of mo-or-ni-ing skin. Soft touch of your hair. Your breath I bre-athe in. Bre-athe in. Be-gin-ning a-gain. Be-gin-ning a-gain. Walk-ing in-to a cer-tain state of Walk-ing in-to a cer-tain state of Walk-ing in-to a cer-tain state of Walk-ing in-to: Mir-ror stares back a-gain. I con-tort like the wheels in my head... Still no-thing e-ver ha-a-ppens. Please wake up. Mir-ror stares back a-gain. I con-tort like the wheels in my head... Still no-thing e-ver ha-a-ppens. Please wake up! This is not re-as-sur-ing... They have found me-e! This is not re-as-sur-ing... They've found me... They've found me... They've found me... They've found me... Have I be-come a God? I have been called much worse... Sec-ret-ly that ti-tle makes me feel comfor-ta-bl-e-e... In my place. It's been a while. This God-like com-plex does bring me a smi-i-ile. I'll make my-y own life se-em ne-ew. Face all my mi-is-takes and gro-ow. I'll make my-y own life se-em ne-ew. Face all my mi-is-takes and gro-ow.. The ex-plain-ing. Whisp-ered words. The ex-plain-ing. Whisp-ered words. Too, too late! Too, too late! Ho-me. The empt-y space of home. All I've known is gone. All I've loved is lost. Sil--ence. Ho-me. The empt-y space of home. All I've known is gone. All I've loved is lost. Sil--ence. Ho-me. The empt-y space of home. All I've known is gone. All I've loved is lost. Sil--ence.