[Lyrics/Bedos - Music/Forte]

[Verse]
 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

 [bad word] 
 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!

[Verse]
 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?

 [bad word] 
 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...