very face I see in the mirror, knows the truth behind the lies For my trust, I hear the dead leaf echo, and the answer awaits us on the other side Far
the sky and it looks like rain, and shit is gonna fly once again. Hey, man, we look at each other with ample eyes, so why not some time to discover what's behind
It seem like you got somethin to prove You got somethin on your mind [Interlude] We got a connection, some synergy Ain't no other woman please, it's
to that other star I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far. It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star I guess you
ass bitches All loc'd out all dressed in blue To the head to the fed and the you know who Behind ten getting bent in my blue Navigator Looking in my mirror
What i am doing will happen in the morning When the mirror won't recognize me He holds a certain gesture when we're loving to ask each other Do you want
early morning living in her own place Taking a shower staring in the mirror at a tired face Something for breakfast doing her face Feeding her pet just like every other
house God is left behind and now you see. (An) Eden you are losing you will once regain. Join me to the Other Side, (the) Nightside of the Paradise.
Blood on my lips I taste the heavy lead. What can I find behind the mirror, I?ll never know. Who?s the reflection within? Should I frame for you the other
the street Remember what you seen in your own mirror and didn't for a second recognize The face, your own face Straining to get out from behind the glass
listen think It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct But yo in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducing [Elo] Behind
Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy or
each other in the eyes Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies Camouflage Just camouflage Everywhere you go it's called camouflage Some people hide behind camouflage
Investigation dance? Those-ants-in- pants glances. Well, look behind the eyes It's a hallowed, hollow anesthesized "save my own ass, screw these guys" smoke and mirror
, they label this era terror drop the coke and the mirror keep your nose clearer the outcome of what you've done shook slums of rivals from other sides
on keep it moving here. What's your name boy?" "Abu Cah" "Well it ain't now; it's Tom Lynch." Mirror, mirror what u see? Have I still got those dark
picking up her hand mirror) Things have changed, Raoul. (Tremulous music. CHRISTINE hears the PHANTOM'S voice, seemingly from behind her dressing room mirror
Hundred Thousand or betta But I'm not in this game to get a Grammy letta or metal Just tryin to make alot of chedda, Mirror Mirror on the wall Can you