Besedila:
Mirrors The Face The Spider

make no sound, That's all you really have to do Reputation, meditation, tell me something 'bout the new Revolution, fast solution, take it easy, shiver and Face the spider Face the spider

with fire They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars Entangled in a dream, the mirrors full of steam He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting

; sometimes it's very sad; sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have. There's a line snaking down my mirror : splintered glass distorts my face

noise A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten With spiders inside them And dust on the lips of a vision of hell I laughed in the mirror for

Crooked I:] Piano face Audemars, you haters know the time Drug abusin fourth-grader, I mean a loaded nine Hits in the stash, Ferrari Spider, the road

dark clouds pass away no bitter taste left in my mouth and i can breathe again can look myself in the mirror while shaving you from my face and i'll

dark clouds pass away no bitter taste left in my mouth and i can breathe again can look myself in the mirror while shaving you from my face and i'll

him shredded infants on an altar full of scars Entangled in a dream The mirrors full of steam He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through His

crazy Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialing eyes green Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face