Mirrors - Crocodiles

Something in the way you crucify me

It makes me smile

And when you offer up your sacrament

You drown the whole world in your mire

You can sail on waves of shit

And tap your pointless, ancient fingers to the bone

But when your vessel sinks

You’ll drown again and know that you’ve done nothing of your own

I think I’m gonna die in a while

I’m gonna hang on wood and try to smile

And when peasants with their pitchforks come

I’m gonna skip the town on everyone

They’re all scum, they’re all scum

Something in the way you evil eye me

And throw your glares

You masquerade as fire

But behind your eyes there’s nothing but dead air

You admire your reflection staring back

At you from pools of shallow prose

But when you meet yourself in mirrors

You will know that you’ve done nothing of your own

I think I’m gonna die in a while

I’m gonna hang on wood and try to smile

And when peasants with their pitchforks come

I’m gonna skip the town on everyone

They’re all scum, they’re all scum