(music by Myllyvirta,lyrics by Vaaja)

You´d rather smash the mirrors
than look yourself in the eye
Truth in it´s coldness
Could make your childish dreams die

World is a stage where the legends are made
but it seems like a farce
world is a place so very hard to take
full of fast burning shooting stars

Give me a fight with a snake in the wasteland
I need to be a victor at least over me
Give me a chance to get hurt one more time
That way I will know I´m alive

Reality is for sale today
just in case you lost your own
The image stream can make you forget
your unperfect reflection