Mirrors

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 shit 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 the 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 I think 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 the peasants with their pitchforks come I'm gonna skip the town on everyone They're all scum They're all scum