Shadows Of Vanity

Re-iginite the fires I'm set to burn

They stack the odds at every turn

So drop another needle

Get your head a little clearer

Lipstick stains on your cocaine mirror

Hold it in

A bitter taste

Spit it out

You've got to run while you can

Restraint thrown to the wind

Never an escape for those who play this game

Suffice to say If you sell your soul to the man in black

Then surely you must know his name

One more shot

One more line

One more fix and I'll be fine

My god, I've got a gun against my head

A rusted blade to file

Draws a bitter sting

For failures taste is far too plain

Temptations just an alley length away

You'll kick a thousand times today

Hold it in

A bitter taste

Spit it out

You've got to run while you can

Restraint thrown to the wind

Never a chance you could win

An epitaph of lust, excess

Dreams turn to death

A once wide-eyed starlet

Buried ghost white harlot

One more shot

One more line

One more fix and I'll be fine

My God, I've got a gun against my head

We are the peddlers of flesh

Buying dreams but selling death

I'd like to watch it all burn down

It's going to kill you

It's going to kill me

In vanity we see how small we are

The hand glides across the wall

Broken nails fit a broken doll

Rope burns across he neck

Refection shattered as her fist went through it

They like to criticize you

Ask for help?

They'll deny you

Just once I'd like to turn the tide

The killer dwells inside me

It's begging to be set free

Concrete and steel won't hold me down