
From one week to another
You have a different look
One day glitz and glamour
The next ‘who gives a fuck’

(Mirror, mirror on the wall)
(Mirror mirror on the wall)

I find it hard to fathom
Who you really are 
Angel girl or devil
Black hole or shining star

Mirror mirror, on the wall
Tell me who I am
I can’t decide it for myself
Perhaps my reflection can

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Don’t leave me standing here
I can only talk to you
Don’t tell me you can’t hear

Every time I see you
The looks in your eyes shifts
One day clear and dangerous
The next, fogged with mist

(Mirror, mirror on the wall)
(Mirror mirror on the wall)

I want to step inside
And hold you in my arms
But I’m afraid you would shatter
And leave me in the dark

Mirror mirror, on the wall
Tell me who I am
I can’t decide it for myself
Perhaps my reflection can

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Don’t leave me standing here
I can only talk to you
Don’t tell me you can’t hear




Mirror Mirror

BOOKLET: https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1377739/five-the-fifth-season-booklet.pdf

CHAPTER 5 - SUMMER
“Cooling Centers” is a visceral portrait of climate-driven catastrophe, where extreme heat turns the city into a lethal furnace and survival depends on scarce, guarded refuges of cold air.  The song’s searing imagery—streets “bleeding sunlight,” glass melting, sirens strangled by static—conveys both the physical brutality of a heatwave and the social breakdown it triggers: rationed water, collapsed power grids, and locked doors at the very shelters meant to save lives.  Beneath the urgent plea to “keep your gates wide” runs a raw desperation to protect a child, making the chorus a cry of both parental love and political indictment.  It is a stark warning that in a warming world, compassion and access to life-saving resources may become the final measure of humanity.

Anarchy (Payola Mix)

KMFDM