House Of Mirrors

The Crest

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There's a shape silently moving in the corner of my eye.
Is it hard to refrain from looking back when I stare?
Who told you all to stand in line?
Our eyes meet in the house of mirrors.
I know the secrets of your kind, so never turn your back while I speak.
Is it far, the place where I'm safe from all the choices that I fear?
Turn the wheel.
It's the moment when you become me.
Who told you all to stand in line?
Our eyes meet.
In the house of mirrors.
I know the secrets of your kind, so never turn your back while I speak