Lyric

You know nothing of my true self.
No one does.
All you know is a veil shrouded in darkness.
This veil, invisible to the eye, is incredibly thick, incredibly solid.
It is also very cold, and very intricate.

In opening 26 doors, I have dropped and lost many "things."
While reflecting on an unbearable past, you sit in a dim confessional, conversing with the part of me you don't know, under the light of a single candle.

Look deep into my eyes.
You might see just a little further.