Arms of the mother will keep you in grace
Our generation's no mirror to face
Chemical progress is sure to erase
The anchors of history keep us in place
It's hard to tell them apart from the flies
It's hard to stand upright under their lies
An island surrounded by coastlines of eyes
They want surrender
Eyes in the mirror
Eyes in the dust
I'm not the sick one
Watching the stakes growing higher and higher
Watching the rats as they lie and conspire
All of these oceans to put out the fires
Ashes to ashes our funeral pyre
If you believe that you've been led astray
See that the mirror is taken away
Would you still choose to remain in a cage?
Would you surrender
Eyes in the mirror
Eyes in the dust
I'm not the sick one
Now nothing's the same as it was
And the wolf has come right to my door
I'll forsake myself to the claim
That I just don't believe anymore
