Mirrors

There's 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 bile

You can sail on waves of **** and type your

pointless, ancient fingers to the bone

But when your vessel sinks you'll drown in it

and know that you've done

Nothing of your own

There's something in the way you evil eye me

and throw your glare

They can masquerade as fire but behind your

eyes there's 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 you've done nothing of your own

I think I'm gonna die awhile, I'm gonna hang on

wood and try to smile

And when the peasents with their pitchforks

come

I'm gonna spit blood down on everyone

They're all scum