Testo di Blindman

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