Reflections of the Life - DJ Vik — Dj Vik

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(Guitar softly echoes through reverb)
(Explosive catchy rhythm, glittery synths, brass stabs)
(Heavy breath, distant footsteps)
(Knocking down the drums)

I trace the names I've carved in dust,
Fingers trembling, finding trust. (ah)
Steel bars paint lines across my face,
Every silence screams in this empty space.
You think I can’t remember pain,
But old regrets remain, unchanged. (mmm ...)
Lost count of nights I watched hope stall,
Thought I'd never break the fall.
You look just like I used to be—
But goodbye’s all you’ve learned from me. (mmm ...)

You stare through glass, your eyes accusing,
I stand here, my future refusing. (yeah)
These walls have seen the man I lost,
Faithless bargains, freedom’s cost.
You survived on borrowed fire,
While I suffocate in the wire. (ah)
Voices echo, worn and old,
A prisoner of lies I told.
But still, your shadow bleeds through mine,
History tangled, waiting for a sign. (mmm ...)

Will you forgive my failed beseech? (oh)
I see you falling out of reach,
Still, there’s a lesson left to teach.

These walls show me who I was,
But the mirror shows who I could be.
Eyes lock—a kiss without lips,
Wounds that never scar. (ah)
These walls show me who I was,
But the mirror shows who I could be.
Eyes lock—a kiss without lips,
Wounds that never scar. (ooh)

(Past) Cold dawns break, and your voice shivers,
(Present) Each sunrise finds me as hope withers. (ah)
(Past) Locked doors counting passing years,
(Present) I face myself, confronting fears.
(Past) There’s forgiveness carved upon the stone,
(Present) But letting go—I’m still alone. (oh)
(Past) Two hearts beating in one shell,
(Present) Redemption rings in prison’s bell.

Why is it we fly then fall?
(Why is it we fly then fall?) (ooh)
Why is it we fly then fall? (mmm ...)
(Why is it we fly then — ... )

These walls show me who I was,
But the mirror shows who I could be.
Eyes lock—a kiss without lips,
Wounds that never scar. (yeah)
These walls show me who I was,
But the mirror shows who I could be.
Eyes lock—a kiss without lips,
Wounds that never scar. (mmm ...)

– Wounds that never scar... (mmm ...)
[Knocking down the drums)