When the kill is done
We search for truth the old man said
But find ourselves the lie instead.
We search for peace at the point of a gun
Who pays the price when the kill is done
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
The sun comes up, the sun goes down
We stake our claim in the holy ground
We talk of love and practice greed
We plant our soil with a poison seed
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
Are we blessed or are we cursed
Should we rejoice or fear the worst
Or just don't ask for reasons why
The answer lies in the bye and bye
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?