White lines on a dirty mirror

My reflection haunting me

Dead eyes and desperation

And my hypocrisy



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 that death is hip



I disconnect from you

Your lying and your dying



CHORUS



You're my kind of circle

You're my kind of freak

You're my kind of loser

Let's be incomplete