Abyss of Mirrors

The storm draws near, hunting the blind walk
Roaming clueless, hopeless
Towards the abyss, running from the stalk
Forever descending, to the emptiness

Surrounded by mirrors, covered for a long time

The reflection will attack
All festered, self-made lies
Stop cutting yourself some slack
Open your fucking eyes!

Free falling into the knowledge distortion
Drowning in a reflection dissection
Whirling downwards in a truth’s contortion
To establish the rеpelled inner connеction

Wide open eyes!

Time and its firm hand was so used to paint
The straight and narrow line of daily life
Now randomly spreading out of the constraint
Spreading far away through the immense
Desert world of strife

Open eyes can see everything
But should everything be seen?
Frightened and looking for a blindfold
It is safer to believe in what it’s told

The reflection will attack
All festered, self-made lies
Stop cutting yourself some slack
Open your fucking eyes!

The reflection will attack
All festered, self-made lies
Stop cutting yourself some slack
Open, open your fucking eyes!