From the album Last Supper
Lyrics by: Dave Mountain
Music by: Dave Mountain, Tom Snively
It's a burial mirror, a banal bauble, you can't escape
It's materialism, it's eternal, clutter on a plate
It's graffiti, it's a sacrifice on an opaque
It's a burial mirror, hell I know it's now my fate
I go check myself in the burial mirror
A head too high, and I'm your private Aguirre
I'm your only gift, I'm a burial mirror
The abyss looking back, it's a price too dear
Black leather or black magic, a nothing choice
I prefer the mirror these days now to your voice
I call it amplexus, I call it devotion, it's all the same
It's a burial mirror, hell I know it's my endgame
I go check myself in the burial mirror
The abyss looking back, it's a price too dear
I'm your only gift, I'm a burial mirror
Telling me I've got no future here
See it
Take a final look, I'm a burial mirror
The abyss looking back, it's a price too dear
It's your last gift, I'm a burial mirror
Telling me I've got no future here
Don't look so hard...
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