Song 4.tbt

I shed a tear

For every wrongful thought Ive had

I shed a tear

For every thought consuming me

My mind has become

The weapon, the weapon

My plea

This is a battle cry

I am the target, longing destruction

I am the target, longing corruption

I am the masses longing redemption

We are the murderers of our innocence

We are the massacre of our ignorance

And I find that when you

Look at yourself in the mirror

The image reflected

Tells only lies

And I find that when you

Look at yourself in the mirror

The image reflected

Is only a disguise

This sex, is complicated

This sin, it is overrated

These scars speak of horror

Still we feed the need

Deceiving ourselves with lust

Deceiving ourselves with greed

How do I find salvation when I cant neglect my sin

Could she know what she's truly done

Could my skin lie with the sins

How do I right the wrong

I have yet to speak a prayer

What do I tell these sheets

What do I tell her love

Dance on, dance on

The partners dying

Dance on, dance on

Like a marionette

And I find that when you

Look at yourself in the mirror

The image reflected

Tells only lies

And I find that when you

Look at yourself in the mirror

The image reflected

Is only a disguise