Breaking sunlight, too close to fight
When you're haunting me and darkness takes its shape
Battle cries, I feel my heart die
As you find yourself inside my mind again

There will be no reward for us
Turning tables on ourselves

Trust me to fight
Piercing bullets of light hit my eyes
Touch is crippled in chilling goodbyes

You can't save the world inside of your head
You think the prize waits for you, think again

Waking moonlight; too loose, too tight
We rubber-band, cohere like night and day
Soundless calls through liquid walls
You can touch me, feel me, see my rage, but we drown each other out

There will be no reward for us
Turning tables on ourselves
There will be no reward for us
Turning tables on ourselves

(Reach for my hand)
(Reach for my hand)
A self-portrait of dishonesty
Mirror image of my hell
A self-portrait of dishonesty
Mirror image of my hell