07. CUT THROUGH Mirror mirror upon your wall Request a favor prepare to crawl IOU's and borrowed dreams are string attached to guillotines Rising knives drew, hearts grew Words of our fathers ringing true We cut through Through the sinew Beseech the mentor Grant us your advice The combination, the new device Diamond knives of sharpest grade struggle through the softest braid Rising knives drew, hearts grew Words of our fathers ringing true We cut through On cue the fighting songs we knew And sound of our mothers singing true
