Tunnel seems so long
Touching the bottom
A slim reflexion
Punctured my vision
I didn't notice
Beside the last door
Standing on nothing
There was a mirror

Even inside... scrutinized
I am, he is, the face I hate, hate
Refracting cells and prismed self
Who's X who's Y in a blank place, place

I can't believe this is my image
Like the mirror without a frame

Baring a scarred side
Open in daylight
Recoil and reply
Farside of my pride
The introspection
Ruptures the blood core
Magnification
Draws out the mirror
Seeking me out
What will he find?
I am, he is, a repugnant state, state
I can't shake this curiosity
My privacy starts to fade, fade, fade away

I can't believe this is my image
Like the mirror
A polar exchange
He gloats over my fleeting image

He used to be me
He knows who is free

How long will I wait... here
Stuck in this void place... here, here

I can't believe I am the image
Within the mirror
Into the chrome lake
The glass is broken
But I look the same