Mirror mirror on the wall. Who's the fairest of us all? The ones with money and control. The ones who's afraid to take a fall. Who will ever see the
sunbleached and beautiful slick-wet with diesel fuel we'll watch the midnight movie painted with the sky bleeding white butterflies after surfacing from the mirror
chase myself through the maze just to find what's in it facing the mirror of emotions the spectrum of my spirit Revive memories, impale oblivion I
This wound cannot be patched as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflictor, a mirror The heavy-handed
her (mind) pain-nightmares-self blame-hate rape-tears-rape-rapist you gave her those scars deep inside her soul scars too deep to heal, just too deep to heal look into the mirror
I can feel. But the door is locked. I wear my beauty. In the mirror it's mocked. It's rotting and dying. A rose is devouring my brains, It's starving.
the stars could be ending in all oblivion but if i, was in your arms your eyes would be my salvation i turn and befriend this cancerous silence in hopes
of emptiness reign my truth Before my eyes flashes of youth Memory nuances pass where's my life? Frayed pictures mass Insidious deception feelings fade Ree nous mirrors
saw Weak solutions stabbed to not know The smile of obliterations face Penetrating through the void of life A dance with the dead Buried in oblivion
continents Once part of the same tree Away from where they belonged Near sits a part of my twin moon captured from the mirror waters The sacred drink withdraws oblivion
.] The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm Wearing sharp shard Stolen from scattered Broken mirrors
on a cross Faithless, saintless my sin stabs I wear the crown of oblivion Rule and aching void watch my sun burn out I am a death house haunted mirror
down the stairs A demon's playin in my head a melody I can't forget She's a beauty in her sorrow, each step a falling chord That crackles in the giant mirrors
home It`s always you Oh every day it`s all the same I wonder why IA'm satisfied I float around Don`t know where I belong I stay because of you Waiting in oblivion
pick your poison The fool is he who is noble minded And bellies up to poverty He's not a king in the world of diamonds Paling into oblivion I lay down
to the nerve centre of the whole Affair, as you will see it is a mirror. To some it is the mirror of Dreams, where every passion, desire and action
barbiturates, assuming it was them against the world's into oblivion, but he was just a stupid simian that her live with him pirouetting madly on a mirror
A mirror image of a silver sky, nests of pines and brandy wines, build this country to the sky Do you remember now, the oblivion of youthful minds, caught
