Mirrors - Crocodiles/Not Documented
Something in the way you crucify me
It makes me smile
And when you offer up your sacrament
You drown the whole world in your mire
You can sail on waves of s**t
And tap your pointless ancient fingers to the bone
But when your vessel sinks
You'll drown again and know that you've done nothing of your own
I think I'm gonna die in a while
I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile
And when peasants with their pitchforks come
I'm gonna skip the town on everyone
They're all scum they're all scum
Something in the way you evil eye me
And throw your glares
You masquerade as fire
But behind your eyes there's nothing but dead air
You admire your reflection staring back
At you from pools of shallow prose
But when you meet yourself in mirrors
You will know that you've done nothing of your own
I think I'm gonna die in a while
I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile
And when peasants with their pitchforks come
I'm gonna skip the town on everyone
They're all scum they're all scum
