Akphaezya

Refletions

Akphaezya


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