Mirror face from Threshold by Lost Zoyd

This faint pain,
an oblique terrain,
stretched out beyond me.

Take this plane,
this reflective pane,
and place it before me.

Truth be told,
let the truth unfold,
and lay me bare.

Secret worlds,
every lie unfurled,
with just a stare.


MY EYES
search through this vacant space,
confirm via scanning trace,
converge at the mirror face.

I SEE
the crack in the open door,
my mind waging civil war,
like I've never seen before.

COME NOW
ghosts from my hidden past,
from the place that I locked you last,
the depths to which you were cast.

FIND ME
sweep me from this solid floor,
vanish through this human core,
haunt me forever more.

• Electronic
• alternative
• ambient ballad
• progtronic
• United Kingdom