Looking in the mirror
I see nothing but this face
A face that's seen too much hate
From it's friends
And it's pain that keeps this face
From falling apart into pieces
On the floor
With the window panes
Just tear me down
With that razor blade
The blood that flows from me
Is flowing in your name
And it's hard to see your face
Through the broken mirror
And I'm lame enough to say
My blood's a little clearer
Through these eyes
Still in the brains
Not yet ripped out from this face
Only blood will end this charade
When it's all said and done
Who'll be rotting in the sun?
This heart is starting to fade
Only blood will end this charade