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