I saw myself inside that mirror
I saw myself staring out right through me
This is starting to feel
Like my very own thriller
The mirrors are melting
They’re starting to peel

My stare
It’s pyscho
Deadpan
Eyes grow
Then I came to life
My face; animated
I came to; awake
Perhaps too animated
He held a knife
He pulled me in
Sliced me in two
Now I’m laminated
Cut me into sheets
With an old rusty blade
Gave me tetanus
Now I’m contaminated

Program me into inexistence
I don’t wanna feel no more
Give me
Grant me
At least a little resistance
For I’m falling
I’m failing
Slowing to a halt
Like an old hard drive
My gears aren’t shifting
My thoughts are drifting
The weights not lifting
I’m no longer alive

A real life glitch
Because life’s a bitch
That’s the sitch’
I’d lost before it even started
From reality I have sailed away
Mentally, I am now parted
Brain has farted
A soulless shell
Is left in my place