Mirror mirror on the wall,
Show me an Angel who cannot fall,
I've clipped off my wings,
I've set them on fire,
At the edge of the cliff, life will begin.

I was the King of whispers and silence,
And my Queen, the weaver of dreams,
Revolution brought down my Kingdom,
To a world of nightmares and screams.

A smoke filled, lit up city,
The scenes from the cliff bring pain,
The meadows I played in as a young boy,
The meadows I'll never see again.

I wait for your wise reflection,
I wait for the words in the wind,
My soul has been seduced by fear,
I wait for the Angels to sing.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Why didn't you show me how far I would fall,
I've clipped off my wings,
I've set them on fire,
At the edge of the cliff,
This is the end.