I feel I'm reaching a crisis 
A prisoner and a slave of lust 
Drinking evil out of a chalice 
A voice keeps telling me I must 

They can't see my awful face 
So I'm discovering a new pleasure 
That of a sin wrapped in lace 
Which bans any leisure 

A place of relief for lovers 
Whom I watch through the mirror 
Tasting orgy and all sorts of fevers 
They all will be mine forever 

Behind the mirror – I'm slave to fantasy 
Behind the mirror – Everything seems so easy