Echoes

You turn your back to the mirror
What isn't perceived isn't real
I turn my back to the mirror
Of course I see what it has to show
Monsters with three eyes learn to spot
those of their own twisted kind

No use ripping the ghosts from your ear
your heart and soul are still in denial
So together we travel this modern labyrinth
under the elephantine skin of a beast
heaving, wheezing, dying, dreaming