broken mirror damaged faces, distored,

subdued voices, phobia in awe of yourself

you're afraid to face your reflection you don't want to hear the lament

of conscience, torn asunder you defend yourself...

you defend yourself against the blow, inflicted by child

form the garden of decay, deformed visions... deformed imagies...

deformed visions... phobia phobia!!!

...stroke of rusty blade,

with the surgeon's precision

takes away your thumb - it has a bitter taste...?

you're not bleeding you don't feel any pain

the claw grows from the fresh wound

it comes back, you feel the changes on

your body again, the child floats there is

no gravitation, phobia... broken mirror

don't look at your reflection, please don't look... at the blind man!!! deformed visions... deformed imagies... deformed visions... phobia phobia!!!