Why do I always feel like I'm watching myself

From the other side of the glass

I'm surviving on impulse and instinct

This twisted charade won't last

I fought for much of my time

To kill the predicable cliche

But in my futile efforts

I've only wrought disarray

If I knew now

What I'm going to learn in time

I could save myself the effort

And a death behind the eyes

I'm no figure of liberty

No man means any more to me

Ever get that sinking feeling?

If I knew now

What I'm going to learn in time

I could save myself the effort

And a death behind the eyes

There's blood on the walls

But at least your hands are dry

You might look clean

But the same doesn't go for inside

Now it's a total eclipse

I'm pulling ahead

I hope you live your life knowing

That you'd be better off dead

I fought for much of my time

To kill the predicable cliche

But in my futile efforts

I've only wrought disarray

Fractals spiralling all around

But at last my fragile mind has crawled through

Almost unscathed

Yet completely deranged

Lost in a lonely constrast

Survival's a must

But what's worth the pain of existence

When gold's become rust?