grapes of wrath are fruits of passion fulsome hands don't feel repentance seek the reason, find an answer why do only scars remain ... mirror, mirror on the wall a mean and ugly you can't understand a taste of freedom, insufficient but it's all that's left to be ... mirror, mirror on the wall don't be frightened, don't be anxious a new attempt and you fall further down come on defy indifference and the sun will shine for you again ... mirror, mirror on the wall