Mirror Songtext
von Ehrenfeld

Conscience is
A mirror
In which
We torture ourselves
Day by day
Day by day
You seem like
The watchful harbinger
From heaven
You could signify
The signs
You worry


I see the eye
I see through
A vision

I′m sick
Faded death recalls
I'm sick
To see the shape
The ravage
Of my Body
Alone in this deep
Wood of pictures
Born to see sadness
Alone
I see the eye
I see through
A vision

Blue