The Birthday Massacre
Mirrors
A missing piece of mind
Drawn and redesigned
What we are is what's defined
Words of wasted youth
A lie preceding truth
All we gain is more to lose
Come down beneath these flooding fields
Be a mirror to the night
Lay down beneath these falling stars
We are mirrors of night
A picture lost in time
A balance we can't find
In the faces left behind
We finish at the start
Knowing in our hearts
We were born to fall apart
Come down beneath these flooding fields
Be a mirror to the night
Lay down beneath these falling stars
We are mirrors of night
Come down beneath these flooding fields
Be a mirror to the night
Lay down beneath these falling stars
We are mirrors of night