Balance

Slowly, she moves among the burning
City, away, away from me
Till I can't see her clearly
Away, away

Sadly, she pauses for a moment
She weeps: That's enough, I can't take it
She screams, her body overtaken
She needs a way to go

Hold on to your pretty little life or kill your heroes
Mirror, mirror, pray, what is the point of staying here?
Balance is a dance of black and white, so says the seer
Mirror, mirror, pray, what is the point of staying here?