grapes of wrath are fruits of passion

fulsome hands don't feel repentance

seek the reason, find an answer

why do only scars remain ... mirror, mirror on the wall

a mean and ugly you can't understand

a taste of freedom, insufficient

but it's all that's left to be ... mirror, mirror on the wall

don't be frightened, don't be anxious

a new attempt and you fall further down

come on defy indifference

and the sun will shine for you again ... mirror, mirror on the wall