Mirror, on the wall Who's fucked up of all? Fall to your knees, you better hope and I'll pick the flowers from your Leave all the thorns in the place You better not fear coz we're all here You better this space
If your from the belly below we've got something here for you Take my hand and follow me the grave All the witches gather round, the drums to the monstrous sounds.. Of the that's will await into your hell
We've been you, we'd like you to come and stay All the freaks will gather round, beat the drums to the sounds And await the holy gates into your
Mirror, mirror in my Who's the fucked up in the Fall to your knees, you better hope and I'll pick the from the grave all the thorns in the resting place You better not coz we're all fucked here You watch this space
If face is a horrid disgrace We could a thing or two Take my hand and me into the grave All the gather round, beat the drums to the terrible sounds.. Of the gates that's will await into your
We've been expecting you, like you to come and stay All the witches will gather round, beat the drums to the terrible Of the gates that's will await your hell
And I can't be myself, I can't be else I will carry all my sins the grave If I see the flames of hell, god can show and tell In a world that's always at it knees