So I get you fearing
Only the dead of night
Guess you never heard of
A trick of the light.
Using the sun as a blinder
From what hold true
This is the weakness
I’ll use against you.
Thinking that your reflection
Is a form of security
Not seeing the dirt on the mirror
As a symbolic loss of purity.
Even the purest of blood
Is tainted by evil
Just look into the mystery
Of the family will.
This ancient art of illusion
Is what created Genesis
Allowing mankind to believe
Death is riding a Pegasus.
Just keep believing you’re safe
In the clearing of daytime
For the shadow of that genetic tree
Highlights a mental crime.