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