We take our last look at the killing noise.
My sons and their wives landed on Mars to start another race.
The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.
The sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea.
I'm gonna put a curse on you and all your kids will be born completely naked.
Room Full Of Mirrors, that's more of a mental disarrangement. This says something about broken glass used to be all in my brain.