Reflections Art Mix by The Arcatypes Lyrics

Don’t let poets lie to you

These feelings so foreign
So unethical
Looking at the mirror
Dead as a doornail
Looking stiff as a gun
My pockets are burning
So I’ll grab my gun

Love is a experiment
Sometimes it will make me run up the hill to be home with you

Sometimes it can mess your brain up
Solipsism

Is everyone born to hurt me?
Another new born
Another new mourn
To me
Stab
Stab
Stab
To me
Do you enjoy seeing me in pain, god?
Why me?