My beliefs they’re a mirror for your lies,
What hurts on the inside you utterly despise
Take a look, come closer, no stop right there,
Scared to go past that mark of beauty where the wreckage lies bare.
Seen the outer layers, the traps, the chains,
When you are too afraid to help the girl in pain.
Then one day it seems when you run from what you use,
That same little devil is all around, and she’s waiting for you.
Open up to the dark and you will see,
It is not me you run from, it is you, and only you can set it free.