There are butterflies in the air & I try ignore their effect on me
as I crawl over a million shards for traces of who I used to be
All the names and all the labels, all the thrones for my ego
All the memories, all these prisons now incased in glass
All are only fragments of The Devil that I cling to.

Piercing skin with the shadows of a rearview mirror
Black stained faces staring up at me looking for an answer

...You shattered all the mirrors that you mistook for the light
...essence is lost in a reflection, truth distorted in refraction
...Death is the destruction of the mirror you still hide behind
...for the first time, stare into The Sun and look right into your eyes

As long as I use a mirror as a doorway to my core I will never realize
that this stone you placed inside of me has no form at all
and if I am the image of my maker then I pray to always let this mirror fall
so that I always know that I am not, never was & never will be
who I thought I was before.

Now as if your life depends on it
Die
and get up from the floor.