I do not love or care for you, but I admire what you do;
the way you coldly see things through is something I enjoy.
But soon you'll replace sanity with selfishness and vanity
and even though you cannot see, you'll one day be alone.
It is an inevitability and one you just might fail to see.
At least you speak in honesty! (but we know that’s a lie)
You think you know which mask is you, you think you know what face is true
but actually that little clue you have is just a fluke.
Your eyes are like a ring of ice and please don’t make me tell you twice
that this will slice you like a knife and leave you just a shell.
For there is nothing you can do that will not end up killing you.
You’re acting on what you once knew but everything will change.
So here I look upon your glass, you tell me that it's sure to last
reflecting triumphs of the past makes you think it is strong.
But even if it's standing tall, it really does no good at all
because your mask's a limpid wall, it does not hide a thing.
Yet within your transparency it's funny only you can't see
this empty, blank reality you chose to keep you safe.
But hey, use your autonomy as long as you fall consciously
at least there's no monotony when gods can entertain.