look in the mirror,
i cannot let go,
see them feel fear,
it all feels so slow,

look in the mirror,
it seems that i see her,
the Angel of Death,
she's all i have left,

run from me,
i cannot let go,
run to be free,
it all feels so slow.

and by the sign,
the mighty ring,
it will be mine,
a smaller thing,

the feeling of being my own,
having control of myself,
it will not be a loan,
it's a special kind of wealth.