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