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Mirror, mirror, on the wall
What's the truth behind it all?
What's the meaning of the fight?
What is wrong and what is right?
Sure, I know the score of things
The laws of gods and ancient things
But they are dust. Why should it be
The one to love and lose is me?
It's me that falls, it's me who bleeds
To watch, as all I am recedes
Into the night. It's me who screams
To see the ashes of those dreams
I held as truth. And in it, know
I'm black as those who dwell below.
So give me reason, you who dwell
In this fair earth, in this dark hell
Just why I still reach for the sky -
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die.