When I look into the mirror,
I look into my eyes,
Is what I see called fear or,
Is it just a disguise?
I'm uncomfortable, while you **** the world,
I'm still misunderstanding what I'm seeing,
I can see your banners unfurled,
And why is it a killer your being?
Your killing the world one but at a time,
The body turns to ash,
As the shell is a helm of lies,
And you still look into the past,
You're done before you started,
As you killed yourself long ago,
But you aren't even a martyr,
You still have millions left to go.
Studs spikes and leather is what I wear,
But I still know what lies beneath,
This a shield I wear to be fair,
Because underneath the lies and things, i am truly weak,
I put on a guise to protect myself,
But still I don't nothing to hold,
As the platform I burn is my shelf,
And I fall in with the rest of the world.