Take a look in the mirror What did you expect to see there? Piteous shadow or brave childhood's hero Lonely aging comes from nowhere Spirit fumes wake the ulcerous hunger Dusty shelves are just like salt on the wound Everything is dead, but the anger Born to light from it's cancerous womb
No return to this life, it's too late No regrets for this miserable fate In this world of Materia, we are all slaves Of mental decay No more fear of the new coming day No more care what the others will say The reflection in fragments of mirror will show The time of your play
You won't reach to the stars Standing on crumbling chair Envy cockroaches and mice For no burden to bare And the hunger prevails Piercing the guts like a nail
Like a primordial beast Chase the prey on the run One inaccurate step And you bleed on the ground
Disgraceful blunder Has marked \"eleven\" on your forehead
\"No return to this life, it's too late No regrets for this miserable fate In this world of Materia, we are all slaves Of mental decay No more fear of the new coming day No more care what the others will say The reflection in fragments of mirror will show The time of your play...\"