Текст: Dead Hearts. Bitter Verses. Hollow.

Is this my face that I see in the mirror?
It doesnt quite look like me anymore
I see the lines and the pattern forming
This endless night has taken its toll
It takes its toll
On me
And Im damning every night
That I cant seem to get right
Stares from those hollow eyes
See every line
Time will
Time will tell if I make through these nights
Time will
Time will tell the reflection lies
And in the mirror, that motherfucker
Yeah, he knows better
Time will
Time will tell the reflection lies
Time will
Time will tell if I make through these nights
Im counting days in the reflection
And Ive pushed myself in the wrong direction
And what reflects is every night Ive spent
And what it shows are eyes so hollow
And every night
It takes its toll