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