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Through The Mirrors Lyrics


Terror Universal Through The Mirrors

With the flesh from off your face
Replace me with your skin
It's the only way that I can feel
The closest I can get

With the flesh from off your face
Replace me with your skin
It's the only way that I can feel
The closest I can get

Through the mirrors in your eyes I see myself but there's nothing to identify
The only thing left of me is dead and gone
I just pretend to hold on

There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more
There's nothing for you to say
There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more
There nothing you can say
There nothing you can say
There's nothing from your tongue to overflow my despise no breath from within your lungs to inflate my spites
There nothing you can say to make me hate you more
I just pretend to hold on

Have you ever truly focused on the pain
I've got a reason for this
You are the reason for this
Have you ever fully focused on the pain
I've burned this part of me away
I found the place where the dreams go to die
It dwells deep in the somber side of my mind
I've gone there just to hear you scream
Just to see you bleeding

There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more
There's nothing for you to say
There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more
There nothing you can say
There nothing you can say
There's nothing from your tongue to overflow my despise no breath from within your lungs to inflate my spites
There nothing you can say to make me hate you more
I just pretend to hold on

Bridge:
With the flesh from off your face
I've found the severed part of me that's fallen through this void beside me
I suffer in your place

There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more
There's nothing for you to say
There's nothing you can say to make me hate you more
There nothing you can say
There nothing you can say
There's nothing from your tongue to overflow my despise no breath from within your lungs to inflate my spites
There nothing you can say to make me hate you more
I just pretend to hold on

Outro:
There nothing from your tongue
No breath from within your lungs
My mind is shut, I hate you enough
The skin is cold
And the blood is dust to dust


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