When We Were Kings — Born From Pain

Darkened is the mirror As life shows signs of decline Buried beneath, six feet and breathing Suffocated, still doing time Image in the mirror Staring back with empty eyes Deep down the chaos ever bleeding Can't turn back the hands of time

In a time of suffering Will you take the offer Sell one's soul to eternity Betray the love of a brother

Cannot erase all sin Deserve to burn within The image fades...

Twist and turn Twist and turn the thorn in my side Never asked anyone the price of what's to be Inside out, left hand path, now check reality As the image darkens, swallowed up in time Eyes sewn shut, crown of thorns, worn throughout this life

Life is getting darker The chaos ever bleeds Life is getting harder That man in the mirror is me

That man is me...