Blindman

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

You think youÂ’re so immune
Go dry your motherÂ’s tears
I disconnect from you
Your lying and your flying

I know you love me but keep away
IÂ’m feeling more like myself today
I donÂ’t need this drug
I donÂ’t need this fix
You better believe I can handle it

Blindman blindman

Dark room strange company
YouÂ’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

YouÂ’re my kind of circle
YouÂ’re my kind of freak
YouÂ’re my kind of loser
LetÂ’s be incomplete