Mirrors

Something in the way you crucify me
it makes me smile

And when you offer up your sacrament
you drown the whole world in your mire
You can sail on waves of *** *
and tap your pointless, ancient fingers to the bone
But when your vessel sinks,
youll drown again and know
that youve done nothing of your own...
I think Im gonna die in a while,
Im gonna hang on wood and try to smile,
and when peasants with their pitchforks come,
Im gonna skip the town on everyone
Theyre all scum
Theyre all scum

Something in the way you evil eye me
and throw your glares
You masquerade as fire
but behind your eyes theres nothing but dead air
You admire your reflection staring back
at you from pools of shallow prose
but when you meet yourself in mirrors
you will know that
youve done nothing of your own...
I think Im gonna die in a while
Im gonna hang on wood and try to smile
and when peasants with their pitchforks come
Im gonna skip the town on everyone.
Theyre all scum
Theyre all scum