Letras:
Mirrors The Face The Spider

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

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, dialated eyes green Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face

what would it be And would you call it to His face If you were faced with Him in all His glory What would you ask if you had just one question Yeah,

a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the mirror

scratched by DJ Pam the Funkstress) Verse One: Boots In this land I can't stand or sit and not get shit thrown up in my face A brotha never gets his

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

In time to grab a soda pop Before the dog exploded on the curbside Yesterday my hair was gray I turned and faced the other way Back behind the mirror