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?

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