You got the words written on your body
that someone lyed into your face

You feel the triumph of the victim
The orphanage is your most beloved place

It's so easy to look at a painting
only pointing out the shades

I know all your feelings lie here tangled
and that you keep them tangled just in case

Mirror, Mazes and the Moonphases
may they bring a change that is unforeseen

Until then keep your hands *****
cause i know you won't come clean