The mind's conceit has conquered all the real beauty
Grinning from a mask of hollowed bone
Where a human is somewhere to be found

But where I don't know
And things couldn't be better
From behind the halls we cannot pass

Hear the muffled traces of a boyish laugh
Hear the monster screaming "what have I become?"
Before his looking-glass

And things couldn't be better
This is one fine life
This is one fine wine

This is one fine wife
This is one fine lie
And things couldn't be better

They are the best