What Mirrors Might Reflect

No amount of love will free me from my flaws
Perfection fits its noose around my neck

Shed the failing shell as I await my end
Pursuing decaying foundation
Longing to withdraw inherited excess
To recreate the form from which I came

No amount of love will free me from my flaws
Perfection fits its noose around my neck
No amount of love will free me from my flaws
Or shield me from what mirrors might reflect

Dissection of self: I ache to be anyone else
Dissection of self: I ache to bе anyone else

A vеil of confidence, torn and transparent
Revealing the bitter taste of truth

Carried in the wind, harvested organs
Will revise a mold that went unmatched

I ache to be anyone else

No amount of love will free me from my flaws
Perfection fits its noose around my neck
No amount of love will free me from my flaws
Or shield me from what mirrors might reflect

Dragging my face through broken glass
I see no god in me

I see no god in me
Dragging my face through broken glass
I see no god in me
I see no god in me