Burning Mirror - Trophy Scars

We take a bath, we get dressed up, we hit the club for a dance, we shake some

hands, get back in my car, we’re both on the road by10

I watch the moon turn red, I crank some early Zep, I hear your laughter dawdle

behind me, I feel your sick breath on my neck

You hurt me, yeah you did

I bite my tongue, I fix my tie, adjusting my eyes to the moon.

Every shadow now

perfectly gaping, dressing your face like a wound

Coveting life as a wolf, hopelessly selfish alone.

Without your barrel under my

chin, I take a good look at your throat

I’m gonna hurt you, yeah I will

I slam my foot on the brakes going eighty, every vacant behind us exploding

I lift your face off the dash, you gurgle and spit then you ask

«Am I the monster you fear in your nightmares or is it the poltergeist seen in

your mirror?»

All I can do is laugh for all the youth that we had

I pull the car off the road, I pull you out the window

I drag you through the rugged stones, I hear the cruel snaps in your bones

I ask you if you ever loved me, all you say is «Please.»

That’s not what I want, that’s not what you’ll get, I cry while you beg on your

knees

I can’t forgive you, you won’t forgive me

Baby I thought this was it, I thought we’d be better than this

I thought about moonlighting gangsters, some Bonnie and Clyde type of shit

Awful antics aside, I’m choosing a suicide

Gripping my legs, my tears in your hair, I feel our smug faith rob us blind

It’s not what I wanted but it’s what we deserve

Every angel, in every tear drop, every little ghost that we drank

Screaming for a brief conclusion, a massive plate of blood that we are

We used to think we were young but now all we are are wolves

We had it coming, with our eager stomachs, I ruined us both over love

Depart from the horror-filled nightmares of blood we spilled, our souls we gave

to the wind

Depart from the qeres root, your business and leisure suit;

turn all your fears

to the wind

Scream «Save me, I’m cold.»

Depart from the youth we build on summers and horror films, give up our bones

to the wind

Depart from our endlessness, our friendly unfriendliness;

embers blown out in

the wind

If we got 'em, save our souls