Текст песни Crimson Hill - Broken Mirrors

I look to the old house

It's not possible to live in it

But I saw that the stories had been alive

Against too long pebbly distance

There was a huge wall

Road to the realism's door

Broken mirrors make the illusion

Life is like a broken reflector

Life is cruel

Imagining life in the mirror

This house was foggy and depressed

Inside, it was much dense

Cobwebs represent the years

I don t understand some facts

Why am I here?

What am I doing?

But don’t abstain from taking steps

Broken mirrors make the illusion

Life is like a broken reflector

Life is cruel

Imagining life in the mirror

Invisible silhouettes are everywhere

I can’t see but I can feel