One moment before now
I've trusted my reflection,
Reflection of a crying clown,
The demon of my own possession
And walls, I have believed them to,
And hordes of women in a labor
And peacefull limbless crippled move
Of my besotted woden Savior
But shroud has fallen from the mirror
You see?! The puzzle is just toy.
There's no salvation. Not a sinner,
But yelping scared little boy