Sicko in the mirror

Lady vicious, watch her vanish,
looking glass painted black
can a mirror love you back?

u look pathetic tonight,
but that's what i like about
your paper face.
nothing clears the my
mind like the limelight
boy am i a sicko

sterile as a funeral
she can hear you just outside the chapel
but she has no where to run,

you look frightening i think
but i just assumed u wanted
a shot of revenge.
nothing clears my throat like
a kiss to the lips
boy am i a sicko

vanity can be deadly
she was so pretty what a pity
I had to bury her alive

Your look pathetic tonight
but thats what i like about
your new glass face.
boy am I a sicko.