My mirror's reflection

I see something in the eyes of everything
In the eyes of the tree I see fear for its rest will someday be cut into little peices of paper
In the eye of the sun I see a father\'s gaze unto his child who has a suicidal wish
In the eye of the earth I see a mother\'s fearful watch unto her homocidal child
For in the eyes of the child I see a neglected mother, and an unappreciated father

In the eyes of the jackyl I see god

In the eyes of the creatures I see a dear in the headlights to which is confused in the awe of its own demise
In the eye of the machine I see a futureless past to which we are the slaves of the slaves
In the eye of the future I see a slate wiped clean

In the eyes of the jackyl I see god

In all of this I see it through my eyes
In my eyes I see a mirrors reflection of a fearful, hateful, and sadened child
A child who just wants to love something and someone who acts more like a mirror and less like a sponge
And through my eyes I see the tree, the sun, the earth, and a father and a mother

Don\'t look the jackyl is watching

I see the creatures, the machine, the slaves, and I see the future and the past
I see hate when love is mixed with fear
Through my eyes I see
Through my eyes I see
Through my eyes I see a mirror