Mirror

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How can it be that pane that's showing me the image of myself
I try to hold it back when looking at my delusional self
While holding hands with darkness my soul will wither away
And form into the spit I really am
A bleak spot on this earth, now look at me
Now look at me
I'm holding hands with darkness
An empty shell of sorrow
Cut off my eyes and ears, cut off my golden hair
A mental illness leaking beyond the deep hole in the glass
Paranoia's growing inside my sorry skull

I want to see myself when I look into the mirror
I want to be myself when I look into the mirror

Image inverter, purple ancestor
Insect on the wall reeking of shame and fraud

I want to see myself when I look into the mirror
I want to be myself when I look into the mirror



Credits
Writer(s): Kurt Idar Harnes, Arne Martin Harnes, Oyvind Vasstein, Andre Iversen Peter, Frank Ulla
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