broken mirrors and shattered hearts i can see you but can you see me too walk along the reflecting shards when it s over i ll take you lower but higher and higher we go step by step looking down feel the vertigo with fragments of odd memories what sights do you believe living in fantasy in apathy isn t the cure you re out of time try to keep holding on before you re gone it all will be over so cry and cry every step you think you take reveals new ways to break don t you trust your eyes it s just a poltergeist wilted roses and trampled dreams breathing in and out make sure you don t lose count stitching thread to mend the seams in a feeling of absolutely nothing but further in fervor we go voices in dissonance call from the radio searching through the scattered debris what visions do you seek living in fantasy in apathy isn t the cure you re out of time try to keep holding on before you re gone it all will be over so cry and cry every step you think you take reveals new ways to break don t you trust your eyes it s just a poltergeist living in agony in tragedy is like a curse brought upon yourself cuz as you re calling out and falling down you can t be recovered and it hurts like hell there s no point in turning back when you ve lost all you had have you realized i m your poltergeist 