It's so obscure in here
The end is drawing near
Mirrors
And Scissors
Flowers
That Wither.

In the motion
Of the shadows
We remember
We are hollow.
In the absence
Of our conscience
We remember
We are nothing.

Mirrors
And Scissors
Flowers
That Wither.
Mirrors
And Scissors
Flowers
That Wither.

In the motion
Of the shadows
We remember
We are hollow.
In the absence
Of our conscience
We remember
We are nothing.

It's so obscure in here
The end is drawing near
It's so obscure in here
The end is drawing near

Mirrors
And Scissors
Flowers
That Wither.
Mirrors
And Scissors
Flowers
That Wither.

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