When before a myriad of flaws inside the mirror
I'd opened my eyes and did not like the reflection
My life a blur, as my flesh burned before the seer
Prophets and mystics lost in the emptiness within
The world looks for one to hate, so bent, a horror
I'll give in, the life I have is not worth defending
The world looks upon me, with a cruel fascination
Drowning, that look upon my face of pure terror
Doomed, my future is punishments unending
And with a pain that beckons unrelenting
I'm breaking, again and again and again
