In a cold sweat of my distress Need to catch my breath, in this odd mess Can't abscond from my own prison Like bashed on the head, to death...
A crying shame, no vigour for rancor Can't pin the blame on my lord with anger Dash my thoughts against the wall And take my eyes off a glare Oh, i can't camouflange the Muck on my reflection
Affection's what i've pleased At the seventh dawn Those flaws revealed A frown again flitted across my face I could't get out of this haze
Reflections of mind, so deep At the seventh dawn I can't proceed Oh, lord I'm on my knees Don't fail in my need!
Mister felt he bore a charmed life couldn't hold his horse at night time Asked for damset to be his nightwife Would you fly me to the skies?
His charred mind, of that distress had been blind with his mistress Dashed his thoughts against the wall The gleam in his eyes had died No sloven can camouflange the muck on his reflection