Looking through the glass
Of the Evil One
Can’t see no good at all
In me or anyone
Looking through to find
The worst of the creature
Get what I expect
A morbid, dying picture
(CHORUS)
But I take away the glass
And find the sun is shining
I take away the glass
And find the world a-smiling
I take away the glass
To find the hope to see
The joy of day, the peace of mind
And love with every breeze
Looking through the glass
I find broken dreams
My hopes all are scattered
Joy all but dead, it seems
Looking through I find
Nothing but emptiness
A raw, scarred-up heart
And a pain that looks endless
