Mirrors are more fun than Television

It's time for goodbye...

Praise your vanity
And your voice filled with malignance
Forever I'll hold this Anguish
For the lies you told

I've hunted you, from the day we part
Drifted to the queer idea of believing in you
You lies will become your faint cries...
No more pretty moments...

the sunset will turn black...
as your life fades

Now i pick my tool...
as revenge for the blood you made me spill
at this point of time
you must be afraid

You wept at my feet till your eyes got swollen
Blood and pus stains my shattered face
who am I in the mirror?

Your love was rising nausea like rust in my mouth
blood and pus stains my shattered face
to erase you...

The petals of the pretty roses fall to the stone
My meaningless act reverted to your memory
I can't give back your life
The gift I have stolen

Thorns of roses wounds me, blinds me
At this point of time, you must be afraid