Crest, The

House Of Mirrors
There's a shape silently moving in the corner of my eye. Is it hard to refrain from looking back when I stare? Who told you all to stand in line? Our eyes meet in the house of mirrors. I know the secrets of your kind, so never turn your back while I speak. Is it far, the place where I'm safe from all the choices that I fear? Turn the wheel. It's the moment when you become me. Who told you all to stand in line? Our eyes meet. In the house of mirrors. I know the secrets of your kind, so never turn your back while I speak. From Letras Mania