[lyrics/bedos - music/forte] [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...