thought machine

I've got a dream I could sell you Nothing I can tell you Is gonna make you feel better than you do now I've got some things I could tell you Ideas to suspend you Into the end, where no one dares to go now. And as the mirror slowly changed my shape Yeah it changed my shape Painted something that my mind cannot erase Cannot erase And my reaction is a sign That I want this body to not be mine Just make me perfect in every regard If you're still up there, help me god And I am so inadequate I know I shouldn't feel this way But I don't know how to quit But you are just so perfect I really don't deserve it No matter how many times you tell me that I shouldn't feel bad And I will make it work this time This thought machine on a slow decline It used to work all the time