The day is gone
	But the morning seems so far away
	And what remains is an empty bed of thorns
	She sold her soul along with her body
	Feeding off hate to make it to another day

	Fighting revulsion
	Smashing the mirror to the wall

	Yesterday lives on in our today 	
	The past reborn enslaving her  
	What tomorrow will bring
	It will go on
	Breaking her will
	Trembling with fear
	Circle of sorrow
	With heartbreaking pain
	It will not cease
	It will go on and on 

	Puts on her clothes
	And buries her face into her hands
	Like a puppet on strings
	The charade will begin
	Sticking the needle in
	For a breather full of mercy
	The overture for a symphony of disguise

	Fighting revulsion
	Smashing the mirror to the wall

	Yesterday lives on in our today 	
	The past reborn enslaving her  
	What tomorrow will bring
	It will go on
	Breaking her will
	Trembling with fear
	Circle of sorrow
	With heartbreaking pain
	It will not cease
	It will go on and on