I see bodies in the mirror I see baddies in the square I'm quite partial when it's suits me I'm a septic 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.
I see petals in the mirror I'm the hero when it suits me I'm the landlocked mal de mer And my rose has overgrown. I'd like to haunt you with my caustic But my ghost and soul's on loan
I'm a fiend and a feeling I'm a doom soaked anabolic I'm the fog yet to descend
I'm the fog yet to descend