a thousand miles
on deserted isles,
my thoughts have been lost
and found amongst guile,
wasted, defeated, deflated and hated,
like my country's most debated,
i churn again and again i loose,
i loose myself in between this mooch..

there's mirrors mirrors on the walls,

there's them on and on.

who are you they ask me

i am no one i say,

there's a mirror in me

there's a mirror in me

a mirror that tells me,

tells me to believe

i am me,

that you are gone,

and the world goes on.

can they ever touch me,
an untouchable that is me?
can they ever fly up to my height
or reach my core?
can they ever abhore
someone as pretty as me?
can the steel cut through me,
through the shell that is me?

can the hear the silence,
the silence that is me?
can they ever love me,
love me for all the gore
that is all because of me?
can they ever let it go,
the passing storm at my door?
can they lift up this cloak
and then light up this hole?
can they ever let it go,
the passing storm at my door?