Alice Cooper Style, Insanity, Madness, Isolion

The cracks in the glass, they twist and they scream,
Showing reflections of a fractured dream,
A thousand faces staring back with eyes so cold,
Who are they? Who am I? My mind unfolds.
Voices whisper in the dead of the night,
Pulling me deeper, no end in sight,
The walls start shaking, the floor turns to dust,
A war with myself, but I can’t trust.
In the shattered mirrors, I see it all,
Breaking down the silence, I begin to fall,
Torn between the shadows and the light,
Who’s the monster? Who’s the fight?
The mirrors crack, they start to speak,
Telling me truths that I never seek,
A twisted reflection, a face th’s not mine,
Echoing whispers, it’s all by design.
The weight of the world, it presses on tight,
I’m losing my grip, I’m losing the fight,
The glass is my enemy, but it’s so real,
I’m trapped in the fragments, and I can’t feel.
In the shattered mirrors, I see it all,
Breaking down the silence, I begin to fall,
Torn between the shadows and the light,
Who’s the monster? Who’s the fight?
Fading memories of who I used to beat,
Now I’m just a ghost in a fractured reality,
Every shard’s a piece of the truth I fear,
They watch as I crack, they watch as I disappear.
In the shattered mirrors, I lose my face,
Can’t escape the madness, can’t escape this place.
In the shattered mirrors, I see it all,
Breaking down the silence, I begin to fall,
Torn between the shadows and the light,
Who’s the monster? Who’s the fight?
Shtered reflections, they never lie,
I’m drowning in the fragments, I can’t deny,
In the shattered mirrors, I’ll fade away,
Another lost soul, here to stay.
Blood Stains on the Floor