When We Were Kings

Darkened is the mirror

As life shows signs of decline

Buried beneath, six feet and breathing

Suffocated, still doing time

Image in the mirror

Staring back with empty eyes

Deep down the chaos ever bleeding

Can't turn back the hands of time

In a time of suffering

Will you take the offer

Sell one's soul to eternity

Betray the love of a brother

Cannot erase all sin

Deserve to burn within

The image fades...

Twist and turn

Twist and turn the thorn in my side

Never asked anyone the price of what's to be

Inside out, left hand path, now check reality

As the image darkens, swallowed up in time

Eyes sewn shut, crown of thorns, worn throughout this life

Life is getting darker

The chaos ever bleeds

Life is getting harder

That man in the mirror is me

That man is me...