White lines on a dirty mirror
My reflection haunting me
Dead eyes and desperation
And my hyprocrisy
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