Wishmaster
Jaded and faded
The reflection in the mirror isn’t quite what it seems
Who is this imposter that’s snatching your dreams
The bottom of the bottle is your home
A djinn with all the bells and whistles
Gave yourself a throne
Ruling your kingdom of illusions
Forsaking everyone with your pollutions
Voices carry over you
You don’t hear them
You’re crying out for rescue
You turn them away
Hiding behind a veil of agony
Painting yourself the victim
Loving the tragedy
The glass phylactery has broken
The wards have all gone
You’re desperate to repair it
The damage has been done
The villain inside you
Cries the battle has been won
Stop to smell the withered roses
Breathe the death in!
Breathe the death in!
Nothing but thorns remaining
Dig in your skin!
Dig in your skin!
Mutilate your image
Reflecting what’s inside
You’re identifying
With what’s become your cage
Erasing the euphoria
With your violence and rage
Voices carry over you
You don’t hear them
You’re crying out for rescue
You turn them away
Hiding behind a veil of agony
Painting yourself the victim
Loving the tragedy
Jaded and faded
The reflection in the mirror isn’t quite what it seems
Who is this imposter that’s snatching your dreams