I see this through a fogged up mirror
The blurred image wasn't ever originally clear
Distorted, and distant like a falling stone
The face now covered will never be known
A threat, a thought, a dreamed up nightmare
The only thing I'm sure of is that it's real and there
I protect myself in a house of glass
Why not, even a house of brick couldn't last
Not against this corporate friendly and sly
There is, no protection against a simple lie
Just wait and watch the bent reflection
See if that snake comes in my direction
Slither it's way as I ignore it's there
The thought of that danger is too much to bear
In the last moment I'll be forced to react
With a final end there could I stop to relax?
Or would I jump and twist with the energy that remained
Thinking or hoping that in the end it would be okay
