What is that shape in front of me Spying through the looking glass? This figure is haunting me Aping my every gestures Stealing my soul, my self The presence of menace is lurking Behind the translucent surface I can't face that figure Who looks like me, like a twin Who is in the mirror The similarity It can't be me! I can't acknowledge that individual That reflection in the mirror is not my Own: The beholder may perceive the evil spark In the clearness of the eye Mirroring the darkness of the heart The horror! And yet who can it possibly be? I can't face that figure Who looks like me, like a twin Who is in the mirror The similarity I doubt it can be...