Testo Mirror

DEAD SEASON - The Mirror



As I take, a look inside my fate, what is underneath my name?

Am I holding back, a part of what is me?
Will I make, the most of how I'm made, am I just another face?

Will I live up to the person underneath?



And I hope, that I know, where I stand? When it's time to face the mirror in my hand

Will I know, where I stand? When its time to face the mirror in my hand…

Will I ever understand?



Will I change, from what was yesterday, or will I try in vain?
Will I understand the lesson that's portrayed?

Can I say, that it all has been unchained? Will I take this to my grave?

Will I live with no regrets through this charade?



And I hope, that I know, where I stand? When its time to face the mirror in my hand

Will I know, where I stand? When its time to face the mirror in my hand…

It's in my hand…



Are you holding back, when you stare like that?

Answer when you're asked. Are you just a mask?

Do you hold me back, is there more than that?

Underneath the mask, is there strength untapped?



Don't hold me back…no



And I hope, that I know, where I stand? When its time to face the mirror in my hand

Will I know, where I stand? When its time to face the mirror



Are you holding back, when you stare like that?

Answer when you're asked. Are you just a mask?

Do you hold me back, is there more than that?

Underneath the mask, is there strength untapped?



Don't, don't hold me, no, don't hold me back…