The road I take is winding, Carrying this shadow on my back.
This twisted mirror of myself, Casting my life in black.
This choice that's paved in front of me is split in two: Killing him?
Or killing you?
His sanity hangs by a thread.
Will he ever remember what it felt like to be whole?
Hold on, I must remember who I am before it's too late.
I will burn you to ashes, And I'll take all that you desire.
I'm a part of your being.
Setting your world on fire.
Time is running out.
I'll soon have to decide, Which part, which part will live on, And which part I must hide.
Which one must hide?
Who will live on?
In comfort he grows with familiarity, Not realizing the difficulties of what may pass.
Is it too late to save what's left of the fragments of his soul?
His sanity hangs by a thread.
Will he ever remember?
His sanity hangs by a thread.
Will he ever remember what it felt like to be whole?
His sanity hangs by a thread. (
I don't need you) Will he ever remember what it felt like to be whole? (
I can do this on my own) The road I take is winding, Carrying this shadow on my back.
This twisted mirror of myself, Casting my life in black.
I am all that you will have left, When you reap what you have sown.