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Point at me in the mirror here, Can't breathe, there's no need Whom is calling now my dear? Like a fish out of water "Oh Saint Lucifer's Bride, Waiting to die, that bug in the swatter. hush now, there's nothing left to hide." He's calling again, Touching me through the cold glass, But he wont make a bargain (for my life) Is there anything left to ask? He's here been hiding behind me now, Oh look now at her pretty face, I'll have to show my worth somehow. Hope now she'll never lose her grace. Point now in the mirror here, For if she does I'll take her place. Who's left to speak to, Dear? You paint me masquerade demon, Oh Saint Lucifer's bride, But keep dreamin' There's no way to hide. Because I didn't call for you to please me. Here she leaves us beside the flask, There's nothing left to ask.
