Mirrors

This is the age of innocence 
True intoxicated innocence 
When every demon wears a face 
Human creations in human shapes 
The same substance 

Name it nonsense disorder madness 
Hunger misery disorder sickness 
Call for warfare and revolution 
Everything seems to be disconnected 

Still sometimes all demons become 
One dark cloak that hides you 
Lost inside endless mirrors 
Always watching seeing nothing