a cold cold day i look in the mirror
had myself locked inside this dead room for a year
black windowshades say
"sunlight come no nearer;
you should know that you're not welcome here"
sometimes i sing here
sometimes i speak
sometimes i wake up
screaming from dreaming too deep
a dead cold day smashing the mirror
can't stay here any longer
prisoner to my fears
sometimes i sing here
sometimes i speak
sometimes i wake up
screaming from dreaming too deep
i'm not cold anymore and
i'll never be this again
blackened it hard like i black my eyes
it's a fire
sometimes i sing here
sometimes i speak
sometimes i wake up
screaming from dreaming too deep
sometimes i laugh here
and sometimes i weep
now it's burned to the ground
brought to kneel at my feet
tear it down tear it all down
burn it down... the immolation
burn it down burn it to the blackened ground
burn it down to the revelation