I Look At My Face On The Other Side Of The Mirror
My Face Falls Down In Pieces Full Of Worms
I Burst My Rotten Heart With My Own Hands
I'm Dying And I Can't Help Myself
Blood, Pain-- Nothing To Say
Why Then-- Must We Die
What Have I Been Running From?
I'm Not Guilty
You've Shown Me The Worst Way
Cause You're My Victim. . . The Next One