Reflection|Perfection Songtext

Passed the point of no return, and responsible for it. I owe myself to creation, but what on Earth have I become? The animal inside has existed for years. Though its conception unimagined, nothing changes. Nothing changes if the creator does nothing. Nothing will change if creation is an empty book. The paste of things once cherished has melted. Condemned to be free in a world of feeling. Do I sacrifice everything for a world out of reach, or open my arms to the world I can be?