Coat Of Arms - Mirrors

Damned if I do (move on)
Damned if I don't (let go)
Guilty of having soft hands, but you're are stained with blood
Always ambivalent, as you're working your lies out

I'm wiser to the words
I'm wiser to the ways
I see right through
The smoke and mirrors you exude to me

Set me on fire
Burn away the truth
Cuz maybe I'm a liar
But something tells me so are you

Everything that I loved
A solid foundation, a sense of integration
A connection adorned Everything you've become
An imitation, a filth forever jaded
You are a fucking fraud

Father you were right….

Got back the life, got back the life
That you stole from me

Set me on fire
Burn away the truth
Cuz maybe I'm a liar
But something tells me so are you

Father you were right…

You are a fucking fraud