Album: Weird Visions (1990)

Behind The Mirror

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 easy