Behind the Mirrors

Roaming this mirror maze
You might lose yourself, you should watch your feet
Something's wrong in this place
Someone's hiding there, someone you don't want to meet

Hurry along, hurry along
There's a spider in the sun
And werewolves behind mirrors

Wandering in self-reflection
Vertigo occurs, the eyes go amiss
Is there something real in this world
Behind the mirrors, beyond the abyss?

Hurry along, hurry along
There's a spider in the sun
And werewolves behind mirrors
Draft 8