Brickhead

Washing the mirror I smear my reflection
I'm braving drowning fading in and out
And even through my window pane I feel a serious cloud

I'm hot on the inside
And hard on the outside
The bullet shell is deceiving where the scars don't forgive

I'm swollen with measles
Torn muscles and needles
I'm infected with anger and I'll fight until I'm through
ooh ooh

Maybe I'll fly
Then maybe I'll survive
I'm tripping my head off
When I thought I'd be much better off
They're twisting my pride
And hoping I'll forget
They're calling me easy when I'm not quite down yet

I'm bruised from the battle
Left broke in my saddle
My eyes are open wide but it's not for me to judge

I'm biding my time
With no feeling of regret
They're calling me easy when I'm not quite down yet

I'm tuned to the static
Coming down from the attic
My eyes are open wide
But I can't see how you
Can do the things that you do