Blindman

White lines on a dirty mirror;
My reflection haunting me.
Dead eyes and desperation,
And my hypocrisy.
You think you're so immune.
Go dry your mother's tears.
I disconnect from you.
Your lying and your flying.
I know you love me but keep away.
I'm feeling more like myself today.
I don't need this drug.
I don't need this fix.
You better believe I can handle it.
Blindman, blindman.
Dark room, strange company.
You're making the devil twitch.
You look like a corpse tonight.
So you think death is hip?
I disconnect from you.
Your lying and your dying.
You're my kind of circle.
You're my kind of freak.
You're my kind of loser.
Let's be incomplete.