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Mirror Rim

This song is by Psyopus and appears on the album Ideas of Reference (2004).

Inside introspection, my skin is made of enemies
Staring, I despise the image in the mirror
I hate you
You hate me
I cut you
You cut me
You are my enemy
Enemy you are me
No more me
No more
No more me
Inches away from killing the man in the mirror
I cut him
My blood runs
Illusions of walking over this vendetta
No chance, the mirror always wins
Within introspection my skin is made of enemies
Fake is face your
Mirror shattered this to lead knuckles these bloody and dripping exploration self
See just
Pathetic fucking so are you
Worthlessness am I
Self into journey my
Eyes my into look eyes my when
Liar fucking you eyes your close
Liar you eyes your close

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