• When I look into the mirror I have no face,
    Up and down the halls I always pace,
    Unable to find a trace,
    Of the soul lost in time and space,
    The memories I have lost,
    Should lie forever beneath the frost,
    If pain should rain down on me,
    I pray to God to enable me to breath,
    Then stop my heart and pull me apart,
    And free my soul in hopes I should fall,
    Back into the body curled up in a ball.