mirrorscript Lyrics

Tonight's the night I climb over the ash heap

My life's in debt to a sacrificial pastiche

Death spiral's engaged it's nullified with one trick

Gut-checked your style it's a honeypot of mirrorscript

Hello from over there

Turn the lights on I'll disappear

Trace that Vitruvian Man

Like a wire mannequin

So I noticed

You can't focus

Don't expect to get it right

Kid

I squint my eyes and see mud flaps in the dust haze

You rolled the dice so I guess we're on the same page

Tensions arise when the artifice is telltale

Just keep in mind that the jackals pander false grails

I know someone like you

Quoting Sappho for your moment of truth

Vitriol or performative glam

A pariah with a weird accent

Love is righteous

Just and pious

Don't expect to get it right

Kid