Look into the darkest body of mind
Tell the truth to your luck what you find
Are you scared? You’re looking in a bloody mirror
You are always looking in a bloody mirror
In a mirror
Listen to the beating sounds of the drum
Like your heart it tells you where you come from
But you don’t care. You’re looking in a bloody mirror
You are always looking in a bloody mirror
I wonder if you’re just dead, my dear
To make this understood for good
In a mirror
And you wanna call the president
But you don’t even know your own name
And you wanna call a doctor
And you give up, he might think you're insane
And you wanna make a passing
But you don’t even know the guy
But you are always in a mirror
You are always living in a bloody mirror
I wonder if you’re just dead my dear
To make this understood for good
And feel your soul in blood and cold
Perfections of the childhood
In a mirror
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