Reflection

Tonight we fake the feeling Not that we even have a choice Now I'd give anything to Hear the words Of her dying voice I could have not done Anything more wrong Crucified the son Hopped a train and run Tonight we fake the feeling Not that we even have a choice Now I'd give anything to Hear the words Of her dying voice I could have not done Anything more wrong Crucified the son Hopped a train and run I could have not done Anything more wrong Crucified the son Hopped a train and run Hate my own reflection Choke on my reflection