Spirits - Versus the Mirror

The family fell apart with a strict blow

From an ill-divine addiction

Transfixed on its own

Undulating survivor rate

For the sake of right mind and public relation

We will call it extreme circumstances

So bite your tongue and open your eyes

As we dance on your grave

My fingers are cocked

And ready to throw back

Gratuity and crucial sedatives

Blow

For the sake of right mind and public relation

We will call it extreme circumstances

So bite your tongue and open your eyes

As we dance on your grave

You have to break this silence

You have a cyclical sickness

Its love is viscious

You have a cyclical sickness

This is my lover’s tryst

For the sake of right mind and public relation

We will call it extreme circumstances

So bite your tongue and open your eyes

As we dance on your grave