Texty: Voivod. X-Ray Mirror.

Tunnel seems so long
Touching the bottom
A slim reflexion
Punctured my vision

I didn't notice
Beside the last door
Standing on nothin'
There was a mirror

Even inside scrutinized
I am, he is, the face I hate, hate
Refracting cells and prismed self
Who's X who's Y in a blank place, place

I can't believe this is my image
Like the mirror without a frame

Baring a scarred side
Open in daylight
Recoil and reply
Far side of my pride

The introspection
Ruptures the blood core
Magnification
Draws out the mirror

Seekin' me out, what will he find?
I am, he is, a repugnant state, state
I can't shake this curiosity
My privacy starts to fade, fade, fade away

I can't believe this is my image
Like the mirror
A polar exchange
He gloat over my fleeting image

He used to be me
He knows who is free

How long will I wait here?
Stuck in this void place here, here, oh

I can't believe, I am the image
Within the mirror
Into the chrome lake
The glass is broken but I look the same