In the mirror there is magic
In the mirror there is truth
In your eyes the door to all your secrets
While your lies become your proof
And truth becomes your demon
And magic becomes your chance
To hide from all you should be seeing
In this dance of circumstance
Where life is what we perceive
Where truth is what we spin
What's right depends on what we believe
So no new truths can make it in
As belief and dogma become the blinders on both sides
Which slowly drains all the periphery from our eyes
