Album Cover House Of Mirrors (feat. Jelly Roll)

House Of Mirrors (feat. Jelly Roll)

Hollywood Undead

5

We all live in the house of mirrors

We all live in the house of mirrors

Broken mirrors, broken glass

I′m picking up the pieces of my broken past

And I'm standing at the grave of my father′s name 'cause

I pray to God, no, I don't wanna be the same son

I see the tide rise inside your eyes

I fight against the current, but it just won′t die

Through the heartache, I find redemption

And change the fate of my reflection

It′s three in the morning

And I don't know where I′m going

I think my mind's been stolen

I think my mind′s been stolen

We all live in the house of mirrors

Running from myself, but there's nowhere to hide

I like to think I look like a hero

But all I see is a child that′s terrified

When I was old, the clock don't match

My reflection don't reflect my past

We can′t hide in the house of mirrors

Unless you break the glass

The person that I used to be is just a memory

One look at me and all you see is just the enemy

And who you pictured I would be, I guess we′ll never see

My dreams, well, they could rest in peace, I guess it's just my destiny

It′s three in the morning

I think my mind's been stolen

′Cause the frame is golding

But the glass is broken

We all live in the house of mirrors

Running from myself, but there's nowhere to hide

I like to think that I look like a hero

But all I see is a child that′s terrified

When I was old, the clock don't match

My reflection don't reflect my past

We can′t hide in the house of mirrors

Unless you break the glass

I′m tryna make my way through broken glass

Picking up the pieces of the past

I don't wanna see what shadows cast

When I look back

We all live in the house of mirrors

Running from myself, but there′s nowhere to hide

I like to think I look like a hero

But all I see is a child that's terrified

When I was old, the clock don′t match

My reflection don't reflect my past

We can′t hide in the house of mirrors

Unless you break the glass