You can't seem to see past your own reflection. Caught up in the halls of your introspection. And you're staring at your mirror on the wall. Asking, "Who is the fairest of them all?".
Feel the silence. There's war beneath our skin. Let it begin. It's hard to fight. It's hard to lead resistance. It's our hearts we're up against. . This world it keeps us.
From our darkest alleys. To our stained glass walls. However high we climb. No matter how many times we fall. . From our greatest triumphs. To our deepest defeats.