I hear you, so don't you say another word 
Now here you are standing there crushing yourself 
I'll near you, but my eyes see a different world 
Here you are standing there breaking my heart, as you're crushing yourself 
But lately you've been painting on the walls 
With it like fire, you led 
And you call it your mirror 
And then you hate it, and then you spit on it 

But sorry, you're not a god 
Now every flux you feel, well turn it into flames 
So hold your breath so not to spill these ashes 
Sorry, but you're not God 

I hear you, but I can't recognize even the sentence as truth 
Who lit the black flame in your hearth? 
I'm near you, but my words land far from your heart 
You turn your back, and not know where to start 
But lately you've been painting on the walls 
With it like fire, you led 
And it's a lie, and I hate it 
But still you think it's you. Ready, keep on...