I see a dead person in the mirror,
While his ghost is walking somewhere nearby.
It wasn't curtained black and now it's late:
He's stuck in a maze, far from heaven's gate.
During his lifetime he enjoyed himself.
But one day everyone's got hell to pay
For a place in the sun where there's no sun
And your pain gives old Nick a lot of fun.
When the nails are driven into the hearse,
Nothing will change, there'll just be one more cross,
And the tears we've shed will rain on our heads,
Causing us to devour our own tails...