Mirror Mirror from The Tower by Carbo

My image lies to me once more
And as I wash this face
It won't let me reach my core
I reject the mirror gaze
Where's the face that suits me
the voice that speaks for me
Reflected my flesh, true and bare
Will I find myself
See my body, this marble shell
Fastening my soul
Wishful pricks can go to hell
Cause I just wanna feel whole
Where's the face that suits me
the voice that speaks for me
Reflected my flesh, true and bare
Will I find myself on the eyes that stare?

I am the drag, I am the queen
I am the peasant bard in green
I am the clown, I am the show
I am the ironic worthless gold

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