looking through the looking glass
i got x-ray rear view vision
but i don't like what i see
i'd should not bitch and moan
but there's not much i can do
when you're hangin' by a thread
and i'm hangin' on to you
now i know you feel compelled
when you're way down in the dumps
every road can take some turns
and every road has got it's bumps
now you got to know yourself
'cause you'll suffer for your sanity
if you suffer for your art
now honey i got this feelin' somethin's funny
but i don't know what it is
and the ground's about to give
we can fall apart or we can