| Lyrics: | Starts as a feeling pure,
This vitreous second sight
Without hallucinating,
hating,
Captive of a future bright
Fortune telling-
Honours for madmen
only!
Through the looking glass,
And when the glass looks back.
Why is everything
to be denied?
That could make life a little bright.
Horrors guessing,
exceptional,
Through details all revived.
Aligned in the death wish prismal
The crystal
gazing - silver Eye.
We are the feeble standing
Before the Great Awakening.
The
livestock roaming,
Counting the seconds to
Our Second Coming.
Why is everything to
be denied?
That could make life a little bright.
Through the looking glass,
And
when the glass looks back:
Yourself as a fraud. |
