The smoke clears and in whispering waves
Of self mutilation I see the dark sky fall to pieces
The world is sometimes too heavy to breath
And the dead surround me like an ocean
I can't recognize the reflection
Looking back through the mirror
As if some sort of silent stranger
With mean eyes and deadly stare
He sees everything and why?
Then with one last glimmer defiant
I'm transformed into a monster a giant
With no heart, no limbs, no desire
This is not a suicide letter
I just want to get a real close look at death
Touch his matted hair as I pass him by
William Control // Razor's Edge
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