Hell is a Mirror

Hell is a Mirror

White fire falls from the sky

Another child burns alive

And in the East a dreadful sound

Pale buildings cascading down

In the night, she comforts her son

Of her children, the last one

There is no brimstone below

Hell is right here and right now

And in the morning

They'll be running again

In the morning

They'll be running

They'll be running again and again

Fat cats on Bethesda lawns

Clink cups while they grease palms

Greed is like an infectious disease

An endless, putrid shriek

But when the arc of justice turns

You'll be caught in the crosshairs first

There is no lake of fire below

Just a quiet reflecting pool

And like Narcissus

You'll drown

In your reflection

And like Narcissus

You'll be paralyzed

By your reflection

And one day you'll be running

You'll be running from yourself

Then how you'll burn

How you'll beg

For one drop to cool your tongue

How you'll bleed

How you'll beg

To banish the mirror from your face

What you justify in the present

Will be condemned by your children

And what you justify in the present

Will be censured by your children

What you excuse in the present

Will be hissed at by your children

And what you justify in the present

Will be condemned by your children

And your children's children

Then how you'll burn

How you'll beg

To banish the mirror from your face

How you'll burn

How you'll beg

For one drop from Lazarus' hand

How you'll burn

How you'll beg

For one drop from Lazarus' hand

For one drop from Lazarus' hand

For one drop from Lazarus' hand

History will look on you unkindly

History will look on you unkindly