we live inside our little world, captured in our inner reflection
everybody can see our smile, in their smile
and they all say this world is all worth the while
but they don't feel the beat, the action
the pulse of what's inside their vanity,
for we are their vanity

nobody has ever seen us move
our beauties lie in here, dead
we couldn't
we wouldn't

we shall not leave our world
the world of a mirage, the world of a fake consistence
we make up images, so everybody would be pleased of us
so they would all think that what they see is real
and they don't even know we're here
they will never know that what they really see is us

nobody will ever see us move
their souls lie in here, dead
they couldn't
they wouldn't

but their beauty is our beauty
and their faces are our faces
and their bodies are our bodies
so they could see perfection
but they are all distortion
and we'll live until long after they'll die

our surface is glass
our inside is silver
our image is pure yet fake
we can distort and lie
we are our own
we are the Mirror