Lost in translation between the life and grave
Ones and zeroes, losers and heroes
My disposition gets hard to define
This sickness grows, God only knows, God only knows

Again, like then, it's an addiction
The taste of your blood my only connection
My reflection doesn't show

The flavor of you lingers on 
The memory of you dances 
Like wayward glances through the places that I've known
Your voice still sings the siren's song
I took a look back, and you're gone

It's only love, I can quit any time
Tried to find God in your rhythm to my rhyme
And so I asked it from the comfort of my casket
And got no answers but promises of wasted chances

Again, like then, it's an addiction
The taste of your blood my only connection
My reflection doesn't show


Dead Goons - Reflection (WIP)

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