Mirrors and Fevers
I was cold in a dreamSomewhere close to the surfaceBetween the ice and the streamThere is three inches of airSo I swam towards the lightI let my breath get there firstWhen I opened my eyesI saw myself in the mirrorAnd I knew I would do like my father has doneYes, we will never break from these chainsYour life is gonna course like a history bookDon't be frightened of turning the pageCause it's is all the sameIt will always be the same