forty years, the face in the mirror is foreign
every reflective surface is a torment
I am the cause of your pain
there is no aging here
the face is so beautiful, magnet, unreal
impossible
it escapes all notice
No one tells the truth in these bubbles
The nature of your birth was told
but not by whom
You see the slaves moving the stone
it towers over their heads
they grunt & groan, pushing and pulling
When did you meet your family?
Legend says... thirty nine
Not something to record
But history... did not forget
The author of your afflication
why it is so easy to forgive
the faces of the slaves
staring back at you
"You are born of us"
No, no, no... no....
Every mirrored surface, all the years toil
This... is the truth... about why
it was so easy to forgive
every reflective surface is a torment
I am the cause of your pain
there is no aging here
the face is so beautiful, magnet, unreal
impossible
it escapes all notice
No one tells the truth in these bubbles
The nature of your birth was told
but not by whom
You see the slaves moving the stone
it towers over their heads
they grunt & groan, pushing and pulling
When did you meet your family?
Legend says... thirty nine
Not something to record
But history... did not forget
The author of your afflication
why it is so easy to forgive
the faces of the slaves
staring back at you
"You are born of us"
No, no, no... no....
Every mirrored surface, all the years toil
This... is the truth... about why
it was so easy to forgive
