• shake your fist while you raise your voice to me
    I've yet to grow fond of your aggression
    angry because you aren't able to see
    I am just following your progression

    angry eyes glare from your corrupted soul
    your way of life has left you distorted
    when is it you think you will reach your goal
    another failure to be reported

    prying to find warmth inside icy eyes
    not one drop of emotion I can find
    a chilling stare beholds my only prize
    hardly believable, we're both affined


    I assault the mirror as it shatters
    it falls to the ground it doesn't matter