I swear that I'm getting better I swear that I've changed But my thought is being exchanged for clay As the fog enters my lungs I'm speaking in tongues And my psyche's being rearranged It feels far too late to hold on Put down the smoke handgun And realize it's taken your life for ransom You've been undone You've been undone Survey the looking glass This man is jaded and old Survey the looking glass Stray soul you lack all control I'll break out my veins and launch them at the looking glass It feels far too late to hold on Put down the smoke handgun And realize it's taken your life for ransom You've been undone You've been undone Dig up your mud and walk out the exit and put down the smoke handgun And realize it's taken your life for ransom You've been undone You've been undone Breathe clean air into the looking Into the looking glass.