I cant keep my eyes fixed at the point
Its just too hard too keep my focus
It hurts to even think that its there
It is there, and it always will be, watching

The source of your reflection
Of your reflection

Who painted my picture on the glass?
The picture that keeps watching me as I watch
The picture that moves when I move
I cant stand the ugliness that radiates

The source of your reflection
Of your reflection

Lift the hammer, aim and swing
Watch the picture break

The source of your reflection
Of your reflection

See yourself shatter into a million pieces
Youre no longer trapped in the glass
But are you free?

The source of your reflection
Of your reflection

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Lupar, in the year 428 AF.