Maybe your grace is blinding and your eyes can break any heart; but what the mirror can't show you, you can never leave behind. I'll tear your portrait into pieces. Blessed be the most fair of them all if the mirror shatters soon enough. For this gift you surrendered your soul, but it ain't the prize I'm longing for. Oh what an awful lesson... sins that through the canvas came to life. Hope for some love to save you, beg your innocence comes back. Because time knows where to find you and make you fall apart. Soon the mirror will break. Let the mirror break.