Tell me what can you see When you look over there By the cross on the wall And the winding stair? Adrift in the malice Creeps closer again A mirror hangs off I can't help but look through, and look back He asks me: What do you see When you look in my eyes? In the empty holes, floating, paralyzed? See the cross on the wall? Hear them chained as they cry Now you remember me Look in my eyes She asks me: What do you see When you look over there? By the face in the hall And the bodies laid bare Now can you see As you sit and you stare? They're coming for you now Up the winding stair One for two up winding stair Invited second wave This tumbling two, this wicked pair Make cowards of the brave Driven by desire to inflict pain that never diminishes These tortured, twisted victims of a song that never finishes I'll tell you what I can see When I meet the cold stare On the face in the hall One that's not yours to wear A weak little creature! Pathetic disgrace Twisting the image How dare you use his face? I'll tell you what I can see