Mirror, mirror on the wall who
In the land is to blame for all?
So far from the truth we fall
Flying column covers the cope of heaven
There's no line on the horizon
As it merged with the burnt sky that I embrace
With my empty eyes from the bottom of the concrete jungle
Where every green turns to grey and all the colors fade away
Healing light of pain starts to pulse and darkness
Spawns when universes move
Shaded blackness casts a shadow on the modern world's

Walls only this misshapen frame reminds
To our quondam home
Let's ask the sky what it sees because
It's not the mirror that's curved.
But reality's concave
The glowing sun-disk reveals decay
Mirror, mirror on the wall who in the land
Is to blame for all?
There must be a beginning to this war
But the executors withdraw
Hidden behind masks for the world to show
For the world that drowns in a river of blood
Take the masks off. these faces are ours
Are you surprised?
Nothing could be further from the cold heart truth
Unleashed fear comes in waves
Our way to live just ceased to be but
We have learned hundred ways to kill
This is the year two thousand and tears
A century immersed in suffering and fear

We have to turn the shadow of death to the light of a new
Day from a bottomless black to the whiteness
Of a clean slate
Who are we to judge this world?
Who are we to make her suffer?
Who will wipe the tears off her face?
Unleashed fear comes in waves
Endless fear of endless pain