Mirror Reflecting Potions

The clear glass shows everything
Shows every, everything what to do
Shows every, everything how to feel loose
Not to, not to, not to, to close off to crash
This is death & everyone has now left me here to bloom over with blood dropping

please ask This Mirror
this Mirror Will only tell you the truth
the truth of the rich or, poor future that's just a litte bit ahead from now
that's just going to feel good or, to feel more like dead
please, please ask This Mirror
That's there always for you
right in front of you

Ask the mirror what is fair
There isn’t anything clean in the meaning of it
Ask the mirror how to do I care for a fool
That doesn’t have real love but, has to be naked on the bed feasting on lust of touching hands

Come & get your own mirror founture
Mirror reflecting potions for sell for you here
To pure your health & to rise your wealth above the rich
Being pissed off at you

But, made to be used by lucky magical plants
Shaking my mind to look all the floor for nothing
But, to be high as much I want to be so fuck you & your talking blues
I live the way I, I, I want to do in the afternoon or, in the evening tokking bud smoke
Ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, high am I, I can feel sky floating beneath me
Ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, high am I, I can eat the clouds dew as my soul flowing in circles of cycles spinning sparely stabbing knifes to kill, kill, kill you boo who, boo who...
Boo who, boo who; let me hear you shot yourself dead by a bullet to the center of your forehead & out the back of your skull release the brainy bullet into, into the floorboard
Boo who, boo who; let me hear you scream so, so very loud that your skull pops out your eyeballs & your skull shits out the rest of your brains that are pounding very heavy on the carpet rags gasping the last grips of oxygen before it passing on of dying painlessly after five seconds after the beat is flat then you are really code blue, code blue, code blue
Oh who blue, oh who blue; turned to death
Oh who blue, oh who blue; boo who to a zero of two whos’

{Sir. Love Coffin}