And when the world is in my hands,
And I can change who I am,
I take a look into the mirror
And realize what’s truly here.

I see my translucent gaze
Among the ultraviolet rays.
And I can see what’s going on,
And I can see what’s truly wrong.

There is something
I like to call
“Crystal clear.”

Something
That doesn’t change
Just appears.

What you don’t see
Will be the end of me,
The end of me.

What you don’t see
Will be the end of me,
The end of me.