Vanity - Anchor
Waking up to another day of self-contempt
Staring into this deep mirror
I seem to have lost myself
I've disdained this image for so long
I can't bear this cross no more
Trying to break free
From this reflection staring back at me
I close my eyes and wish
That the pain it causes just would vanish
My youth in oppression from this cynical culture
Fooled and broken down to slave on my knees
Before this sickness
Give me strength to deny submission
Trying to break free
From this reflection staring back at me
I close my eyes and wish
That the pain it causes just would vanish
Death to vanity look what it made me
Broke my identity to sell me a new
