I say being an adult is an acquired taste
You can tell what they are
By the look on their faceThey do it with mirrors
The lunatics grin
We’ve seen it in the harrowed night
Slave man’s walk
We have got it so mesmerized
If you feel like touching then call it love
If you feel like leaving then call it lust
They do it with mirrors
Argue now, or tell me how you disagree
Be my friend and
Find the terms on which we agree
Let’s talk facts and
Test our aging memory
If you think then
There’s truth for us to see
Yet those mirrors
Reflecting off the other ones
They look so pure but
What they see is nothing more than the very way they
Choose to make the world
I use words to feel and
Not to ascribe
Yet, my meaning is there for
You to devise
They do it with mirrors