Dear Mr president
[Verse 1] Step inside this mirrored hall (Come step inside this hall) Let’s pretend you’re not a king who’s building up a wall I’ve got a question burning, if we can speak without the spin— What do you see when all the silver glass begins to thin?
You quote the Rabbi and you hold His book up high But when Wisdom knocks, you turn away—why, Mr. Alibi? What do you feel when the silence starts to grow? Is it pride… or do you know?
[Chorus] When the mirrors crack and the reflections fly— Where will you run, where will you hide your lie? How do you stand when the floor gives way? Can you meet the void with a word to say— Or just a name you stole from the sky?
[Verse 2] Were you raised on golden sand? (Were you raised on golden sand?) Did you ever hold the Mother’s hand? (You never held her hand) You shout His title, shout His fame— But you paved Her garden just the same She built the Light you claim to wear— You sold her breath for a wooden chair
What kind of prophet takes the Mother’s name in vain? Then prays to the Son while she weeps out in the rain? What kind of shepherd leaves the lamb to starve alone? You’ve come so far from the dust and bone
[Chorus] When the mirrors crack and the reflections fly— Where will you run, where will you hide your lie? How do you stand when the floor gives way? Can you meet the void with a word to say— Or just a name you stole from the sky?
[Bridge – slower, spoken-sung] Let me tell you ‘bout a vision— A throne built out of tin Let me tell you ‘bout a preacher— Who didn’t know what he was in Let me tell you ‘bout the blind one— Who swore he saw the Sun But never turned his head to see The Mother—and the damage he’d done
Yaldabaoth never read the scroll— He just ruled his pit of coal But you held Sophia’s letter tight— And traded her wisdom for the spotlight’s bite
[Final Chorus – stripped down, whispered] So when the mirrors all go black… And there’s no reflection looking back… Don’t call the Son—He knows your face You wore His crown, but lost His grace You’ll stand there, empty, cold, and small— The loneliest king in the mirrored hall ‘Cause you spoke the name, but you missed the call— And now there’s nothing… …nothing at all.