I live in the house of broken mirrors, Where every reflection bears your shifting mood, Your laughter, your storm, your sharp voice, Make me dance on glass, without ever stopping. I wear a mask sewn with silence, A smile painted to survive the day, For your love is a field of madness, A fire that burns even in the detour. I count the steps between two storms, Each word weighs like a bomb, Your gaze judges, your mouth condemns, And my soul crumbles in the shadows. [ Chorus ] For somewhere, beneath the ashes, A flame has chosen to grow. Even if my wings crack, I still dream. [ solo space rock ] You say you love me, but it's a gilded cage, A superficial freedom, an illusion, I breathe your measured madness, And drown in your horizon. But to leave?... is to fall endlessly, A black hole swallows my paths, So I remain—a puppet, a witness— Wasting my life, drop by drop. Yet one morning, without a sound, without a cry, I will feel the air pass through me, I will be reborn infinitely, Free at last… to exist. [ solo guit drum bass melodic ] [ chorus ] For somewhere, beneath the ashes, A flame has chosen to grow. Even if my wings crack, I still dream