Through the Mirror - Final Stage

Through the Mirror

Seems there’s some commotion, starting in town

Wild run emotions, as their blood coats the ground

No innocent are spared, caught in the crossfire

Papers call it a «surge», and send it on the wire

Chorus:

Looking through the mirror, of lies and illusion

The story sold, blurred with delusion

Looking through the mirror, society disintegrates

New Rome has had its run, liberty eviscerates

Distortions of the truth, for an illegal war

No pittance for the lost, lives of the poor

No cost too small, just ignore the flood

When the price of oil, is the price of blood

Appointed misleaders, empire’s formation

Who fix the law, purchased legislation

Gone are the days, of envisioned democracy

Welcome to the land, of the American theocracy