We Stand In A Corner Astonished

With What Man Is Capable To Do

A Watcher Of All And Always

Of Good Times And Bad

But After Centuries Of Deep Faith

You Have Come To Understand

That The Evil Within Logs For Piece Of Mind

And Good Wants A Taste Of Sin



Angels You See Filled With Desire

Demons You See Cry In Regret

A Reflection That Brings Pain



And You Stare On The Mirror

On The Top Of The World