11 June 2012

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror,-Mirror

There are certain kinds of dust monkey

Who’ll eat your fucking face off

And vampires who’ll suck up your will to live

When I look in the mirror I see your face

Could be the cause of self loathing

Wearing the devil’s face

But I don’t care no more

I learned to live with that

And any number of bad trips you laid on me

So I’m the Antichrist and the bad Buddha

I abide in the knowledge

That no man can touch my piece of mind

And I’ll be laughing my socks off

Come your judgment day

2 comments:

  1. We'll rain ice picks on their steel shores

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