The monster inside, he says cruel words. ďIím nothing, you're worthlessĒ, it all hurts. I see you in the mirror, you are me, myself. Have I overdosed? Are you testing my stealth? Pull the trigger honey, letís play this game. If it goes off on my reflection, itís you Iíll blame.
I wonít take a stance to myself, it will go very wrong. Iím not game enough to sing the lyrics to that song. Itís already on replay, it scratches the needle in my arm. day by day, that demon holds death tightly in his palm.
I have crossed the line, set my life on fire. Gloss, makeup, been your fashion gun for hire. Funeral, all dressed in black. Dead, no Liar. I recreate my own ego, whatever I desire. I work all night and day just to help inspire.
Put on a cross, goth it up. Wash my face, devils cup. Tone it down, now I wear white. I get it touch with the almighty light. Psychotic phase, electric punk base. High heels for days, tighten the lace.
I have broken all the rules, call me fake. But the fan reductive just take and take. Art...
I love to party with Molly its clear, She works full-time up in here. Bloody hands, disco light made it clear.
There are people surrounding me on this dance floor. I can still feel the rhythm of their bodies in my core. I lay bleeding out like a powerless victim, I am bound to this Quartz and Amethyst prism. I am close to the end, almost about dead. Only thing saving me is the beat in my head.
They say I asked to go harder, harder! Entering a state of mind doesnít matter. I said ďBe Free, just let me shatterĒ Theres no...
Iím not the type to play with your heart. Power to you, Iím me from the very start. Return the favour, donít judge what you see. Theres a whole lot more beneath the ink, ME! Whatís on the outside, sure you can have a say. Until you know me, donít be the type to play.
Theres an innocence behind my image, A lack of confidence within my privilege. A man with stance is portrayed on the outside, A man with mental health lives on the inside.
HAVE YOUR SAY. SPEAK YOUR TRUTH.
The Mirror to me, speaks another language. Holds...
I am emotionally spilt, out of control, Iím broken minded, far from whole. Wish I could turn back all of my time, stop myself from crossing all the lines. But here I am, this is simply me now, Do I keep going or do I take my bow?
My words arenít mine, but I speak them, They are the words of my anxieties plan. The vibration beats in my hands, The numbness filling up in my glands. The sickness starting within my very own brain, has Hijacked my mind, my body, my vision of sane.
I sit at the piano with a glass of whiskey, Barley touched the keys, already tipsy. My sadness has become my own obsession, Itís the power behind my darkened depression. So I will sing, sing until I feel I am alright, Because the music sets me free into flight.
High tempo, voice breaks a perfect high. Within music is my truth, I tell no lie. Now the rhymes you are about to read, Sing them to yourself in an upbeat melody.
ďDonít play with the heart you see, It only hurts you, but all of me. Tears of hurt are what you...
The beat starts, The base blasts. The Singer sings, We release our sins.
The hook is on replay. We all get another drink and stay. We all talk the talk, we all begin to social media stalk. We use filters, we lie so we all look appealing to the eye. We flirt, we dig deep into their heart to get the dirt. Our words, we use them well so we donít get hurt. The pre chorus is on replay, we all get another drink and stay.
The beat drops, The next song flops. The singer sings, Now we act out our sins.
Can you hear the music blasting our song? Do you feel like this is where we both belong? Can you smell the sweet scent rising, smell of the fog? The speakers vibrating once connected to the analogue. Our eyes connect, we are both dancing to the same song. And right now I can tell, this is where we both belong.
Disco light shimmering a light purple haze. Connecting our drama into a hypnotic phase. This powerful connection could last for days, Because even a minute less could ruin our gaze.
Can someone speed dial Molly, tell her to meet us on the club floor. Sheís a VIP, no waiting at the front door. Donít talk her up, just swallow her down, Sheís a bitch zone drug craving more then a mystical sound.
Now weíre bouncing off walls in the bathrooms, Mary, mary quite contrary whilst the mirror speaks my drunk dooms. Watching the china white come in one door and get snorted out the back door, rainbows on the ceiling, now our minds are on the floor.