12 August 2012
Mirror Mirror,
What a killer,
My reflection isn't sweet,
But that girl isn't me,
She does the same as I do,
At the mirror she comes too,
But it isn't me I swear,
And this is very rare,
Just look with me,
And you will see,
She's a demon at best,
Wicked from the west,
Horns planted in her head,
Her skin is oh so red,
Behind her is so evil,
The sight makes me ill,
It must be just like hell,
But I can only tell,
My mirror is another place,
Filled with another race.
Mirror Mirror • Opuss № I