[Lyric] The Prophet of my Own Demise (thquib)

[Verse 1]
I spend too much time talking to myself in the mirror
Reaching out for someone to touch
And I fall through again and again
The glass gives way, I'm drowning in
The image I create in the world
The image I imprint on my soul
The image I destroy every night
The image I can't see anymore

[Verse 2]
The image, disconnect, multiply
The image, propagate, oxidize
The image, infect, cannibalize
The image, holy, burning my eyes

[Verse 3]
The image, spectral sеnsitivity
The image, auditorially
The imagе, flesh and film make way
The image, consecrate and deny