Does everything seem the same?
Are the motions real or has it become a game?
The mirror shows that everything is in place,
But does it show the turmoil beneath the face?
A cry from the depths, does anyone hear?
Its silent nature, past thresholds of the ear.
But everyone is caught up, no one can fathom.
The enveloping emptiness, the yawning chasm.
A swirling vortex sucks deeper than deep.
How much longer can one's strength keep?
Feelings and thoughts can hurt you the most.
Leave rubble behind and hundreds of ghosts.
Everything inside had turned into stone.
A field where nothing can be sown and grown.
Take none of the glory, take all of the blame,
Nothing is different, only the name.