Tekster:
Blue Oyster Cult Curse Of The Hidden Mirror

On the outside I'm in the high rise Headin' for a meeting, shining up my greeting See me in a white suit with a mirror tie And you you-you-you Elevate

It's good to feel hungry when you're about to eat well It's good to be angry when you're ready to yell It's good to be angry It's good to feel certain

You hear the hounds awailin' As if the mountains groan You hear the lonesome echo, the telltale clack of stones You thought you'd get away, but you're

The blossoms are falling, Making a white path across the grass Thunderheads are building, your skin tightens And you wait for the flash Across the street

There is a box that I have shown And in the box the games of god There is a fox that I have known And in its heart the blood is hard Its heart is but

Out of the darkness out of the dustcloud Follow the thread and then trace your way free Your father, your mother have bound you in darkness Have blinded