Falling face first into the concrete air I'm in a state where I'm beyond self-repair And when I sleep, the gears keep turning I keep on asking my conscience to calm down I have no sins but some tragedies cling on And when I speak, the world is burning Maybe the sun won't shine on me Maybe the fire has ceased to be Maybe I'm too far away From my reality Passing by the mirror in the hall Can't even recognise myself at all And when I stare, she looks right through me How can I make someone else feel what I feel Some things are best to be left untouched to heal And when I scream, she walks right through me Maybe I'm some uncertainty Maybe the wind will carry me Maybe I'm too deep into My faceless mystery