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