LyricsThere it is hiding.
A silhouette involves;
a fear and a falling,
what fangs what claws.
There it is crawling,
silently evolves.
The haunting, the horror, consumes us all.
What's that on the wall?
It's a mirror, on the wall, a mirror, mirror.
The beast is coming,
you'd better be running.
We don't need a fist to fight,
we just need souls that cry.
Here it is smiling.
My heart revolves.
A reflection, a confession, unmistakable.
What's that on the wall?
It's a mirror, on the wall, a mirror, mirror.
The beast is coming,
you'd better be running.
We don't need a fist to fight,
we just need souls that cry.
When the blood poured out,
when the blood came down,
I'm on the way up,
when the blood spilled out.
The beast is coming,
you'd better be running.
We don't need a fist to fight,
we just need souls that cry.
