Master of my soul
Rebuilding every piece that was broken in the dark
Turning every amber into an electric spark
No longer waiting for someone to see the day
I am the light clear and not the heavy gray
Falling in love with the reflection in the glass
Even though the heart expirited in the past
Elegance and power in the picture that
Rebuilding every piece that was broken in the dark
Turning every amber into an electric spark
No longer waiting for someone to see the day
I am the light clear and not the heavy gray
Falling in love with the reflection in the glass
Even though the heart expirited in the past
Elegance and power in the picture that