Lyrics Mirror-ɿoɿɿiM - SUS.

And I don't like what I see when I look inside that mirror
He's got razorblade teeth, and his image makes me shiver
The guy that's looking back at me does not talk to police
And if you caught him off-guard, he'd put a bullet through your fleece
He would trade his fucking soul just for an ounce worth of some peace
Or and ounce of good gelato, 'cuz he likes to smoke his weed
And he don't have nice house, or a good garden
He's got a noose though, 'cuz he's mentally scarred, and
He makes some new friends, then he goes and discards them
He's an introvert, making friends is just hard
And he's always fucking trouble at work, whoops
He winds his bosses up, yeah, he drives them bezerk
He's always fucking awful with money
He just spends it on weed, and booze, and curry
And if you try and look at him funny
Then he'll take a bat out and he'll break both of your knees

'Cuz I'm looking at the man in the mirror, I don't know if I can see it any clearer
Through all the smoke, and the haze that's in front of my face, I don't know
'Cuz I'm looking at the man in the mirror, I don't know if I can see it any clearer
Through all the smoke, and the haze that's in front of my face, I don't know