What will you find when you stare
Through the mirror into the graveyards of your mind?
Where hatred is born from the ashes of lies
Demons and angels blot out the sky, blot out the sky
You conform your faith, making your opinion truth
Lash out every time someone disagrees with you
Obsessed with protecting some type of pride
Is the cause many a man with gun in hand has died
And his ghost was thinking as they buried him that night
It was all in vain 'cause everyone thinks they're
The one who's right, the one who's right
The one who's right, the one who's right
Your face is alabaster and forgotten
Countless years of wearing masks
You'll be rewarded with emptiness
For staying faithful to the task