Same face in a different mirror Ugly is intact, but now the frame is clearer Guilt cries like an unfed pet To remind the past will rise again Another up to another wrong bend Society's plotting with the vermin Another empty room, another stained shirt Day's kicking brains in the dirt But there's something coming up The feeling there is love The feeling I'm in love We are love Same face in a different mirror Hung in the room I'm scared to enter Seeing it once is enough Reflecting back without light Old wounds pristine Old scores unsettling Terminal zero, nothing but myself Negative image is negative feeling But there's something coming up The feeling there is love The feeling I'm in love We are love And with this, who could be against us? With this, who could be against us? With this, who could be against us? With this, who could be against us?