BlindmanWhite lines on a dirty mirrorMy reflection haunting meDead eyes and desperationAnd my hyprocrisyYou think you're so immuneGo dry your mother's terasI disconnect from youYour lying and your flyingI know you love me but keep awayI'm feeling more like myself todayI don't need this drugI don't need this fixYou better believe I can handle itBlindman blindmanDark room strange companyYou're making the devil twitchYou look like a corpse tonightSo you think death is hipI disconnect from youYour lying and your dyingYou're my kind of circleYou're my kind of freakYou're my kind of loserLet's be incomplete