All felt is good here
  All felt is just fine
  Like a rapture waiting to dine on the divine
    It moves across me and sets me free
  Open oh so gently
    Loss of time is felt here
  Burning brick in my mind
  Like a cancer growing in the minds of the divine
    Don't roll me over
  Cant help these things I can feel
  Couldn't see them coming
  But I've given into what's been given
  Take a taste of what's within
  You cast me over
  Yet I've risen and I am real
    I am the little cracked mirror