A Synthetic Soul
Mirror of Life
The mirror of life is distorted and seems
larger than life and more than a dream.
Be it convex or concave it is more than surreal.
Exaggerated, obscure, but crystal clear.
It derives from you, reflecting your life.
Showing what you want and expanding it in time.
Taking and making things seem larger to you.
Bringing them closer, exaggerating the truth.
The things that are there appear larger than they are.
Making life better and fading the scars.
Enchanting, the mirror seems to be fixing all that is wrong.
Putting things back into place where they belong.
You think it helping but it doesn't let you
experience actual life, but only an exaggerated truth.
To you kind words seem like infatuation
and a smile may serve as a quick conformation
of what isn't really there. It's just exaggerated.
But you're blinded, and can't see these visions are serrated.
Cutting you down.
Bringing you deeper
into this world of illusion.
Were the path is getting steeper.
It may seem like it's something you want to do.
but I'm telling you now it's slowly killing the truth.
Sure you've been hurt and that leaves nothing unsaid.
but it's better to bleed than to be bled.
But you didn't listen and now it's all to late.
You've been purged of your spirit and now you compensate
with looking into the mirror of hopeless dreams.
No longer capable of walking away because you've died inside it seems.
larger than life and more than a dream.
Be it convex or concave it is more than surreal.
Exaggerated, obscure, but crystal clear.
It derives from you, reflecting your life.
Showing what you want and expanding it in time.
Taking and making things seem larger to you.
Bringing them closer, exaggerating the truth.
The things that are there appear larger than they are.
Making life better and fading the scars.
Enchanting, the mirror seems to be fixing all that is wrong.
Putting things back into place where they belong.
You think it helping but it doesn't let you
experience actual life, but only an exaggerated truth.
To you kind words seem like infatuation
and a smile may serve as a quick conformation
of what isn't really there. It's just exaggerated.
But you're blinded, and can't see these visions are serrated.
Cutting you down.
Bringing you deeper
into this world of illusion.
Were the path is getting steeper.
It may seem like it's something you want to do.
but I'm telling you now it's slowly killing the truth.
Sure you've been hurt and that leaves nothing unsaid.
but it's better to bleed than to be bled.
But you didn't listen and now it's all to late.
You've been purged of your spirit and now you compensate
with looking into the mirror of hopeless dreams.
No longer capable of walking away because you've died inside it seems.
