Mirror (feat. Ian Hickey)

I see myself on the wall
A mere copy of my design
It faces towards the hall
Reflecting towards the anguish; it wants to die

The thing wishes I tried harder
It collects sins like rust on metal
There's nothing left it wants
Except what it feeds on to live

Whether it be the flesh of fake martyrs
Maybe even the skin of my brethren
It isn't my choice what tissue I scar
It's a gift from god, and well, I eat it

A violation of the natural code of conduct
Beauty being shoved in some martyr abyss
My vessels hemorrhage defending from terminal illness
Even my nightmares refuse to lay their tendrils in my head

Red paint on the wall, crimson and violent
The writing I read left me contorting and catatonic
As I lay down I know i've lost the battle
Who do I serve, if it's not a part of me at all?

If it's a means of survival, then hell, I'll look in the mirror
Check my beaten sundial, the former shell of what's here
We're passing too much time to seeing what we all look like
But that's a motive brainwashed in my mind by devilish eyes
Problems with mankind, every single time we're clocking by late
Keeping eyes on the reflections that greater evil creates
I ponder if it's a part of our perpetuated faith
In the idea that in ourselves there's a demon that's innate

Hiding my truths from my bifurcating facade
A link in two worlds where humanity's unknown
This demon beside me annihilates intention, and
My reflection manifests into the unyielding

Shamelessly wandered into my own eulogy
Peered over the edge of a sunken-cost fallacy
I'll again stare into the mirror with terror
Claimed by the side corrupted with error

I close my eyes, yet I still see
A world beyond my comprehension
Creatures of self deception
The headspace my mind has created

I fade to white as I lose my grasp
Now I live in martyrdom
I plunge into the bottomless forest
I open my eyes as I let go

A spiraling nightmare of growing unrest
Reflections of past put the mind to the test
Confronting emergence, veiled reality
Heretics of yonder failing to see

We're holding on to false relief of what we think we know
Yet deeper and deeper the rabbit hole goes