Starts as a feeling pure
This vitreous second sight
Without hallucinating hating
Captive of a future bright 

Fortune telling
Honours for madness 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 primal
The crystal gazing-silver eye 

We are the feeble standing
Before the great awakening
The livestock roaming
Counting the seconds to
Our [bad word] 

Why is everything to be denied?
That could make life a little bright 

Through the looking glass
And the when the glass looks back
Yourself as a fraud