All is done because every day
you survived
to see the darkness in your eyes.

The mirror is closing in,
the mirror is fierce:
Nothing to hide within
but a world of suffering.

And there’s no point in reducing
the fury of yesterday’s hate
to a handful of tears
banished in the wind.

Just step closer to the edge and you will feel
the wrath of your ancestors
building up through your veins.

Your hate is in vain
in the same vein as death
and everything else
that comes against the grain.

The mirror is closing in,
the mirror is fierce:
Nothing to hide within
but a world of suffering.