The Mirror



I see her every day,

Same hair, same stare,

She looks sad and mad and bad,

She closes her eyes and wishes,

She wishes and wishes,

No wishes come true,

But………. they could do,

Hopes that last a moment are gone,

Dreams are there, they surround her,

They linger in the air, waiting for her stare,

To see it, to take it, make it or break it,

She does nothing, nothing, nothing,

But stare at her page less book,

She is stuck, in a nook, an empty look,

It is her own assassination,

Her own abomination,

That she sees,

I see her every day,

Same hair, same stare,

I see her every day,

When I look in the mirror.

She's a biometric babe,

In a ro-biotic age,

Within a chemical concave,

In a trancelmania rave,


She's a nucleus alone,

In her neon glome,

Music is her dome,

Hypogeum is her home,


Genetical gender,

Genetical gender,

She will not surrender,

She will not surrender,


She's a cause for hypertension,

With a lyrical dimension,

She'll give you for redemption,

For the sake of her ascension,


She causes a reaction,

A chemical attraction,

You are her counteraction,

Looking for some action,


Genetical gender,

Genetical gender,

She will not surrender,

She will not surrender.