The back side of the mirror

When in the dark corner of your own heart
Again the burning candle was shot,
When you come home, don't turn on the light
And feel your soul so painful and hot,

The person you are is as if changed,
And even you can't distinguish your thoughts,
This is not your guilt:
You are just lost...

Imagine you are standing alone,
For all the world to see...
Your eyes are full of hate and despair,
You wish they'd never be...

This is the back side of the mirror...

When evil and sadness and hate fill you,
Your lips whisper the Devil's name,
The coldness of chaos pierces you through,
Your face is scorched by anguish and pain...

And in the corner of your heart
Love will be covered in dust...
She is forgotten there,
And is replaced by lust...

Imagine you are standing alone,
For all the world to see...
Your eyes are full of hate and despair,
You wish they'd never be...

This is the back side of the mirror...

When you are dying every day,
When you are feeding on anguish and pain,
When you don't care that you'll have to pay,
When your own heart is a big bloody stain,

The mind's bursting with fire and flames,
And everyone round you fills with despair
The world for them all
Will now become a nightmare!

Imagine you are standing alone,
For all the world to see...
Your eyes are full of hate and despair,
You wish they'd never be...

This is the back side of the mirror...