Mirrors

Damned if I do (move on) Damned if I don't (let go) Guilty of having soft hands, but you're are stained with blood Always ambivalent, as you're working your lies out I'm wiser to the words I'm wiser to the ways I see right through The smoke and mirrors you exude to me Set me on fire Burn away the truth Cuz maybe I'm a liar But something tells me so are you Everything that I loved A solid foundation, a sense of integration A connection adorned Everything you've become An imitation, a filth forever jaded You are a fucking fraud Father you were right…. Got back the life, got back the life That you stole from me Set me on fire Burn away the truth Cuz maybe I'm a liar But something tells me so are you Father you were right… You are a fucking fraud