Every prism is a prison within this black mirror ....and I am all but trapped in trance Lost within this illusion of light Malformed disdain staring back at me Weak within my presence ....and I am all but trapped in trance At every angle, I've become my undoing
This defective form to watch in past tense So much so, that my stains are stationary ....and I'm all but trapped in trance Existence shaped in lies and sh** I know what I've done and hate what I've become