Point at me in the mirror here
Who's calling now my dear?
Oh, Saint Lucifer's Bride
Nothing left for me to hide
Touching the cold glass
Is there anything left to ask?

Oh, look now at her pretty face
Never gonna fall from grace
For if she does I'll take her place

Paint me masquerade demon
Keep dreamin'
Because I didn't call for you
Can't breathe, but there's no need
I'm a fish out of water
Like a fly left to swatter

He's calling again
But he's not here to bargain
He's been here hiding behind me now
I'll have to show him my worth some how

Point at me in the mirror here
Who's calling now my dear?
Oh, Saint Lucifer's Bride
There's nothing left to hide
Here we embark touching cold glass
There's nothing left to ask