Corpsefucking Art Blood, Knife, Mirror
Triggering my disorder
Perhaps just a childish game
A randomly placed note on my score
The crying child is now breathless
But my purity still needs to be preserved
A raincoat, a black hat and it will all be gone
Our account of the truth
Is just a well-crafted lie
That I want to believe
Blood, knife, mirror
My own vision leading me
Far away from reality
Blood, knife, mirror
A pastiche of faces
Keeping my affliction hidden
Blood, knife, mirror
You shall see your own reflection
In the deep red blood in my veins
And you shall be horrified
Blood, knife, mirror