Stand before the mirror, and what do you see?
A beauty queen, one of the very best.
The jealous crowd wishes to see you;
To touch, to possess, to impersonate, to befriend.
Brush lilac glitter into your hair once more.
Smile, they're waiting.
Stand before the mirror, and what do you see?
A sell-out, burnt-out fraud.
With poison on her teeth, and eyes bleeding black.
They're wrong, they're wrong! They cannot be trusted!
Not even your band-mates!
Dry those tears, cry baby, and show them you're not afraid.
Stand before the mirror, and what do you see?
Nothing.
A void of black.
Scream out in rage,
And smash the lying mirror,
Until its dying shards remain.
No longer able to curse you with false vanity.
