In The Mirror

Why are you looking in the mirror?
It’s always here at desperating times
Getting older, getting silent
Give a smile and roll the dice

Narcissism is building bridges on the mud of empty souls
Dirty blood to hide the secrets. Secrets that you probably know

Tell me lies that I could trust in
Who is sicking?
Be my slave and never hit me down
Who is dying?

At this point of your existence
Who will take you by the hand?
Keep them addicted to the power
Betting on an endless game

Tell me lies that I could trust in
Who is sicking?
Be my slave and never hit me down
Who is dying?

Get your hammer, choose the target, let them see who you are
Take your label up the stairs, make them fear who you are

Don’t be late to open your eyes
Don’t be hurry to touch the skies