Shields and shields of ice,
On every inch of your skin,
Hiding sin after sin,
Combining two losses for every single win,
Such shame to hold vice,
And to not renounce virtue,
Naively walk in to the lies you unconsiously pursue
Give in to what we all do,
Sense of happiness and control,
Over time your little charade depletes and gets old,
Presenting those smiles covered in gilded gold,
Only fools them,
But the face in the mirror always knows,
And I can always tell
That the look on your faces never cease to echo,
In the part of me that's less dark and less shallow,
You and I,
We aren't so different,
We both wish you'd break and be yourself,
Prove to everyone that you are capable,
Let all that ice melt into the cracked pavement,
Finally free you and I from this self-enslavement.
