Mirror, on the wall Who's fucked up of them Fall to knees, you better hope and pray I'll pick the flowers from grave Leave all the thorns in the place You not fear coz we're all freaks here You watch this space
If soul's from the belly below we've got something here for you Take my hand and me into the grave All the witches gather round, beat the drums to the sounds.. Of the gates that's will await into hell
We've been you, we'd like you to come and stay All the will gather round, beat the drums to the terrible sounds And await the holy gates into spell
Mirror, in my hand the fucked up in the land Fall to your knees, you better hope and pick the flowers from the grave Leave all the thorns in the resting You better not coz we're all fucked here You watch this space
If your face is a disgrace We could a thing or two Take my and follow me into the grave All the witches gather round, beat the drums to the sounds.. Of the gates that's will into your hell
been expecting you, we'd like you to come and stay All the witches will gather round, beat the drums to the sounds Of the gates will await into your hell
And I can't be myself, I be nobody else I will carry all my into the grave If I see the flames of hell, maybe god can show and In a world that's bleeding at it knees