Lyrics

Shattered glass beneath my feet,
A maze of echoes, incomplete.
The whispers pull, the silence drowns,
Reflections crack, but won’t fall down.

Clocks unwind with hollow hands,
Their faces shift like sinking sand.
A path of cinders, laced in doubt,
But is there time to turn around?

Through broken mirrors, I chase the past,
A twisted road that cannot last.
The hands rewind, yet I stand still,
Bound to a fate I cannot kill.

Doors dissolve in shadowed light,
A silver voice calls through the night.
It knows my name, it speaks in rhyme,
But will it show me what is mine?

Clocks unwind with hollow hands,
Their faces shift like sinking sand.
A path of cinders, laced in doubt,
But is there time to turn around?

Through broken mirrors, I chase the past,
A twisted road that cannot last.
The hands rewind, yet I stand still,
Bound to a fate I cannot kill.

The ticking fades, the echoes wane,
A thousand faces call my name.
If time can mend what I have done,
Then why do I still fear the sun?

Through broken mirrors, I see my sins,
The ghosts I made, the war within.
I reach for time, yet hesitate,
For even kings can fear their fate.