I, Dysmorphia Lyrics

Cinder in my palm as I feel the winds shift

There's smoke in my eyes but it feels like a gift

While I drift, sift, lift myself from the burden

If I'm looking in the mirror then you know that I'm hurting

When I look, I see fear that all of my worth

Is dependent on inventions of a superficial earth

If I can cover up, if I just work on my charm

Nip and tuck

Work of art

Like the shape of my scars

You can see that I'm vain and I put it on display

In the mirror like a window to Hell

Sometimes I hate myself

Replace my face, just put me on the shelf

Where at least I could be loved by anyone else but me

Mind is racing and it can't slow down

I'm burning all my clothing for a casket gown

Overstimulated and I can't sleep sound

Better off breathing with my head in the clouds

Too tight wound when I scream no sound

Cut too close now I can't be found

Purge my pain just to it shut down

Mind over mayhem gagged and bound

It took ten fucking years to face my fears

To block out the sound

Die on any hill if it makes you feel taller

The echo chamber holds them tight, their voices in the gutter

Most vulnerable of prey, oblivious despite

The most dangerous of snakes don't rattle when they bite

You can see that I'm vain and I put it on display

In the mirror like a window to Hell

Sometimes I hate myself

Replace my face, just put me on the shelf

Where at least I could be loved by anyone else but me

Lash out, burn it down

Parade your empty soul around

Maybe you can make them hurt the way you choose to hurt yourself

I project my own self-loathing on the ones that I love the most

The skin-deep facade

The sum of my flaws

A fiction, a fraud

You can see that I'm vain and I put it on display

In the mirror like a window to Hell

Sometimes I hate myself

Replace my face, just put me on the shelf

Where at least I could be loved by anyone else but me

You can see that I'm vain and I put it on display

In the mirror like a window to Hell

Sometimes I hate myself

Replace my face, just put me on the shelf

Where at least I could be loved by anyone else but me