Dette er en sangtekst fra en blogg jeg ikke brukte mer, og tenkte jeg kunne putte den opp her. Kanskje dukker den opp senere i en ferdig sang. Kanskje ikke.
A pale look in his face
Death staring right back at me
This breath, cold as ice
A trail of tears
Where will you go?
Where can you hide?
Shaking loose of the grasp
Fleeing, but nowhere to hide
Then suddenly crashing into
the same mirror and watching
the things done, long gone
Stuck in this circle
with no means to escape
Alone with his fears
Where will you go?
Where can you hide?
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