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letra de kiss of muse - mic slayer

(chorus)
mirror, mirror, bl–dy mirror on the wall
are you alive at all, cuz i can hear you call
in my face, stop staring, in my head, stop yelling, i’m gonna fall
i think i should break the wall with the mirror and all

everything is bright, no one in my sight
no air around me but some shapes to my right
i didn’t reach here without putting up a fight
but that night, i was cold with fright
lemme tell you the story of how i reached this site
i’m a writer, not a fighter; i burn my cigarettes with a lighter
sitting everyday by the fireside beside the mirror on the wall
i won’t hide the fact that it wasn’t small but was very tall
so when i sat to write what was on my mind, in the mirror i could see my all
that’s all with the mirror for now
i’m gonna tell you more about the why and the how
as a writer i was dead, i wanted to write a song like i used to
but when i sat to write, not even a word came along my mind like it used to
so every day after sitting hours, thinking hard, sinking in but writing nil
i pray to the gods and i pray to the muse
to bless me immensely, entrust me with the power to write like no one ever could
but during my prayers, i would stare in the mirror to see
another set of eyes staring directly back at me, exactly my eyes
but there was something different
the shape? no! the size? no! the look? no! the eyes? no!
they were my eyes ditto, but they were cold, they were cold to the core
as if it could take sorrow no more
as if watching, waiting, waiting patiently
calling, wailing, dying inside daily

and all that i was thinking got wiped one night
when i was staring in the mirror, i saw a bright light
i thought it was the rum, but the light dimmed down and i stared in disbelief
in the mirror i could see a muse just behind me
she walked up to me in her gown so green
bent down and smiled and kissed me on my cheek
i wanted to speak but the words in me couldn’t p-ss through my t–th
she said, ‘don’t worry, no need to speak
this kiss i give as a gift to keep
now when i leave, you will fall asleep, but that’s not all
when you wake, you will just have to take
a pen and a book and all the poems you wanna make
will take shape one by one and day by day
trust me this is not fake’
i woke next day finding myself lying in front of the mirror itself
in a blur the memories of the muse came to me from last night
but did i really get a kiss of a muse or was i high and tight?
i got up, grabbed a pen and a page and sat up to write
and to my surprise, my pen worked at its will and my mind was climbing hills
i wrote and wrote and as i wrote, my eyes looked into the mirror
again my colder set of eyes staring right back into me but i ignored
my poems, they sold, my stories were selling like hot cakes from the stores
soon my rhymes made me successful
and i was really glad to have prayed and be wishful
the kiss of the muse was working wonders
my fame reached the heavens and when people took my name, it thundered
my stories were joyful, they had happy endings
but as time p-ssed, my rhymes were running out fast
i was growing very weak and now when i sat to write
the mirror started pulling me with all its might

i really should have broken it when i had the time
now i am being pulled by it and i am out of time
i watch my face in the mirror as it’s dragging me to it
the eyes glaring at me with darkness, content
it says to me, ‘don’t be afraid you fool, i’m you
the other side, the darker side of you
didn’t you know? the kiss of a muse came with a price
you can live just half of your life. surprised?
you shouldn’t be. well now it’s my turn to live the next half
and it’ll be i to have the last laugh
i’m gonna write rhymes so dark and cold
i’ll become a living legend to the worlds untold, now common!’
i fell off my chair and was being dragged into the gl-ss
i dug my nails in the rug but i had nothing to clasp
i screamed for help, ‘help!’ but there was no one home
i lived alone and was gonna be replaced by my clone
then at last i got pulled inside
my reflection jumped out and screamed, ‘i’m free
and you can never come out. happy? enjoy your stay!’ he said and left
i was left inside the shining gl-ss, a world so cold and shiny, i wasn’t a guest
trapped forever, sealed for life, no matter how much i struggled
now he had my success, he had my fame
he would often come to me with his evil look and it pained
i tried to scream, i tried to break, but i could do nothing just lose in his game

- mic slayer

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