[verse]
what is that shape in front of me
spying through the looking glass ?
this figure is haunting me,
aping my every gestures,
stealing my soul, my self,
the presence of menace is lurking
behind the translucent surface
[chorus]
i can't face that figure
who looks like me, like a twin.
who is in the mirror,
the similarity,
it can't be me!
[verse]
i can't acknowledge that individual;
that reflection in the mirror is not my own:
the beholder may perceive the evil spark
in the clearness of the eye,
mirroring the darkness of the heart,
the horror!
and yet who can it possibly be?
[chorus]
i can't face that figure
who looks like me, like a twin.
who is in the mirror,
the similarity,
i doubt it can be...