Vārdi: Penfold. Our First Taste Of Escape. Reflexivity.

These are the days that I fear when my real enemy is right here
My reflection yields immobility and it's so hard to disagree
I'm disarmed by dreams of release and so were you once
So were you once
Well I never meant to become like you, full of hopelessness
We always fall, but not always together and this is what scares me the most
Unless one of us is wrong
You, thinking you know a way out of here
Or me