"So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat." As I was sitting at the table with the glass of vodka in front of me, I noticed a particular glimmer in the glass. One most people don't see, or refuse to acknowledge because it's too painful. It's the glimmer of the mirror. It's that painful, painful mirror that you can see every time you reach for the glass and take it to your mouth. That's why some people close their eyes when they take a sip. They are scared of that mirror. That mirror sees everything, knows all your dark secrets and is ready to tell you things your subconsciousness has been trying to tell you, but you shut it up. You can't make the mirror shut up, you can't manipulate it. It's the purest, truest of all mirrors. And that's the beauty of it, of just sitting down with a drink in front of you, without anyone to take lip from. Just sitting there...
"Day after day, fickle visions - messing with your head, fickle, vicious; Sleeping in your bed, messing with your head - fickle visions, fickle, vicious..."