The mirror watches He's hiding Yet knows he's everywhere A swarm of faithful flies That unconditionally love Him Like a festering fruit He creates the void in his eyes Paints Himself by shades of red With drops of absinthe And laudanum In that wretched Sundays That fast become violet Then black Limbs in gangrene in a crippled body The guest in the mirror Hopes that night would give him a gleam of nasty pleasure in a life so tiresome The guest awaits his moment for He knows He won't go too far Soon He will be back with His prey so young And scary, but beautiful like a summer's morning The hunger will be satisfied for just a moment Alas! he wants more and more and more... Crying, He watches While He's eating No face lives No sound tunes Forbidden meals that intoxicate more than wine A sleepless killer and an hopeless sinner enslaved by his own beauty that now shines once more deep in that mirror soon thirsty again and again... the guest will wait.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
