(music by Myllyvirta,lyrics by Vaaja)


You´d rather smash the mirrors

than look yourself in the eye

Truth in it´s coldness

Could make your childish dreams die


World is a stage where the legends are made

but it seems like a farce

world is a place so very hard to take

full of fast burning shooting stars


Give me a fight with a snake in the wasteland

I need to be a victor at least over me

Give me a chance to get hurt one more time

That way I will know I´m alive


Reality is for sale today

just in case you lost your own

The image stream can make you forget

your unperfect reflection