Why are you looking in the mirror? It’s always here at desperating times Getting older, getting silent Give a smile and roll the dice Narcissism is building bridges on the mud of empty souls Dirty blood to hide the secrets. Secrets that you probably know Tell me lies that I could trust in Who is sicking? Be my slave and never hit me down Who is dying? At this point of your existence Who will take you by the hand? Keep them addicted to the power Betting on an endless game Tell me lies that I could trust in Who is sicking? Be my slave and never hit me down Who is dying? Get your hammer, choose the target, let them see who you are Take your label up the stairs, make them fear who you are Don’t be late to open your eyes Don’t be hurry to touch the skies