Reflection

Clinging to life in the reflection of the self 
  Breathing the air from the poisoned pit 
  Hovering through flames from the burning core 

  Searching for reason in the ashes of men 
  Obeying the laws of the kings without lands 
  Bowing in awe at the hypocrite's feet 
  Not hearing the cry of the infant 

  Poisoning the seed that was planted within 
  Ignoring the winter that closes in 
  Believing the tales from the forked tongue 
  Frozen to death without being born 

  Looking for reason in the bottomless abyss 

  Clinging to life in the reflection of the self 
  Breathing the air from the poisoned pit 
  Hovering through flames from the burning core 

  Searching for reason in the ashes of men 
  Obeying the laws of the kings without lands 
  Bowing in awe at the hypocrite's feet 

  Clinging to life 
  Frozen to death 

  Clinging to life in the reflection of the self 
  Frozen to death without being born 

  Absorbing the reek of rotting flesh 
  Marching in convoys to fields unknown 

  Clinging to life in the reflection of the self 
  Embracing the sun without casting shadows 

  Believing the tales from the forked tongue 
  Frozen to death without being born