(feat. Cory Brandan of Norma Jean)
Look straight through me - look at the nightmare
Our past is but a dream that we’re trying to escape, [01]
Trying to evade to erase ourselves
Look through me and see the advent of our obsessions. [02] Behold, your child, perfection - a rotting shell of atrophy
Watching: Crowds like crows
We furiously flock to tragedy;
Observe the hurt then hasten back to our peaceful
Quiet nests of blasphemy
Scapegoat: Rather die and know, [03]
Drag your failing body in tow - witnessing the wake
Conflagrate the ready oil at the stake
Binging: The culmination of purging what our lusts have borne
We hoarded all the world to find we’d lost any semblance of ourselves. [04]
This dying dance
[Chorus: Garrett Russell & Cory Putman]
I am not my own reflection
I am not myself, I am not myself
No, I am haunted by a non-existent
Lover: The spectre, the ghost, the soul-starving host. [05]
I am haunted by a non-existent lover
I was gifted with the vision, but cursed to be the witness. [06]
I’ll be pale to match the walls and warped to trace the beams; flushed to fit across the floor so you can step right over me. Scouring this filthy slate these crooked bones they won’t break straight - cracked and splintered like our house, upended by that first summer squall
Fading: so thin, you could snap me into the shape you need - gaunt enough to slide through that wedding dress
Then stitch me to a fraying matrimony embalmed inside a never-ending ceremony. [07]
[Chorus: Garrett Russell & Cory Putman]
I am not my own reflection
I am not myself, I am not myself
No, I am haunted by a non-existent
Lover: The spectre, the ghost, the soul-starving host. [05]
I am haunted by a non-existent lover
I was gifted with the vision but cursed to be the witness [06]
Invisible to me… invisible to me… invisible to me [08]
