Текст песни 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 wathc 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