A hall of mirrors, warped and bent

A hall of mirrors, warped and bent, A place of lies, on falsehoods spent. Do you see what you're accustomed to see? Just tell me. These mirrors show no truth, you know, For truth is something none here want to show. In these reflections, you'll find but deceit, Only what you wish to see, bitter or sweet. You're surrounded by jesters of glass, so flat, Standing alone, abandoned, where are you at? Your gaze drifts across the glass, again and again, Deception seeps through them, it's plain. No escape, no exit of any kind. And you're surrounded, what can be done? In your hand, a gun. But this is just a figment, a feverish thought, As if this were a dream, a mind distraught. But no... Break through your way, force it apart, Shatter the mirrors, with all of your heart! Victory will be ours, the tide will turn, Falsehood will die, a lesson to learn. Truth is stronger, just believe it's true, And then to escape, no doors are due. Mirrors may show heroes in wars they ignite, But not the hell, the blood, the pain, the plight. They won't show the soul that turned gray in their prime, Blinded by blasts, lost to time. They won't show the one who vomits in grief, For a friend lost, beyond all relief. Who questions, "Why him? Why not me, at all?" Mirrors won't show bodies torn by the squall. Here's a limb, and a leg flew afar, A meter ahead, beneath a harsh star. So what are these medals, these orders, this fame, When death, graves, and war are the ultimate game? Break through your way, force it apart, Shatter the mirrors, with all of your heart! Victory will be ours, the tide will turn, Falsehood will die, a lesson to learn. Truth is stronger, just believe it's true, And then to escape, no doors are due. Come on, break free from the circle so tight, Of silly glass panes, into the light. Force your way out, and speak what is true, And try to be honest, in all that you do. For those who are liars, it's plain to see, Forge darker mirrors for you and for me.