It was that day when he awoke
That he realized
That he had become the thing
That bothers him most
Suddenly he discovered
That he was thinking
The same way as his father in
The house of yesteryear
Since then whenever he speaks
He discovers ideas
That just yesterday were not
Yet in his head
Now he prefers to remain in silence
Until he becomes used to that
The voices that will come from him is the
Same as his fathers
Run to the mirror
Look at that wrinkle
You are turning into that who gives you most hate
People see him the same
He feels like another
Discovering the whole world
From other eyes
He's afraid that in the end
Tomorrow
Of this hate and this change
He won't remember a thing
Run to the mirror
Look at that wrinkle
You are turning into that who gives you most hate
Run to the mirror
Look at that wrinkle
You are turning into that who gives you most hate
Run to the mirror
Look into your eyes
Realize that there won't be any turning back
Run to the mirror
Look at that wrinkle
It was that day when he awoke