Blindman

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