I see bodies in the mirror I see baddies in the square I'm quite partial when it's suits me I'm a sceptic nom de guerre What's this problem that you speak of? Is it more than meat and bone? I'd like to crown you with my ardor but my heart has been dethroned.
.. And we all sing
I see petals in the mirror I see pity in my prayer I'm the hero when it suits me I'm the landlocked mal de mer I'm the vestal vitriolic And my rose has overgrown. I'd like to haunt you with my caustic But my ghost and soul's on loan
... And we all sing No glow ... Idiocy No hope
I'm a fiend and a feeling and I'm likely to offend I'm a doom soaked anabolic I'm the fog yet to descend