Velvet Noose, Mirror Twin

He's watching. He's watching. Yeah. Mirror, mirror on the

wall. Who is the darkest of them all? I see a

shadow, seven looks deep. Watching me scream, watching me seek. I got a

twin that I never met. Born into violence, playing the dead. He wears the

gold, I wear the lace. Same cold eyes in a different

face. Just a velvet noose hanging by a thread. I'm alive and

well but he thinks he's dead. Tie me up tight in the luxury trap.

Sock on my wrist, gun in his lap. Velvet noose swinging