"The Plague" lyrics

[?] bows before the mirror
The cigarette smoke seems to hypnotize her
Forms a blister of hatred

She sits her day in with her room
And seam tears of despair
[?] graceless child

She couldn't believe it

Baby
Sigh with me
Play the [?]
Bells of [?] are tomorrow's tears

I see stilled dreams of revelution
[?]