Absorbing the reflection of another's mirror image Cracked glass gnashed by depraved attempt Commended by mindless plebes surrounding This paper mache perception Holds no weight to the pantheons before you Burn, burn, burn To burn your world A fire has been lit A ritual has begun A fire has been lit Let the flames of your life engulf you I stand watch with the fires of a thousand raids Laying quiet behind my tongue No amount of smiles will expiate your doings But the stars will see substance And out a muzzle as I laugh The purveyor of true paths