I feel I'm reaching a crisis A prisoner and a slave of lust Drinking evil out of a chalice A voice keeps telling me I must
They can't see my awful face So I'm discovering a new pleasure That of a sin wrapped in lace Which bans any leisure
A place of relief for lovers Whom I watch through the mirror Tasting orgy and all sorts of fevers They all will be mine forever
Behind the mirror I'm slave to fantasy Behind the mirror Everything seems so easyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.