Akphaezya Reflections
Sometimes I hear a voice telling
Through my passions
That I have no choice but my
Fate and its reasons
Reflections on obsessions
Obsessions of the reflections
It is strange, this feeling
Obsessions of the reflections
Reflections on obsessions
Poison fades
As my veins drown you heart
Of a tear, of a last spark
I see more and more
Sparks in the mirror
The more it shines
The more the tone seems mine
Reflections on obsessions
Obsessions of the reflections
It is strange, this feeling
Obsessions of the reflections
Reflections on obsessions
Poison fades
As my veins drown you heart
Of a tear, of a last spark
I see more and more
Sparks in the mirror
The more it shines
The more the tone seems mine
Night after night
I forgot such a pain could have been real
But if my heart is still bleeding
Even its beat I can not feel
