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