Hung on a hook I'm a mirror 

Cracked down the center I split you 

Counting the clouds in a storm behind your eyes 

Show you the face of a man who 

Not that he wants but he has to 

Look at the thing he's become, what I see 

I'm caught in a still life with no frame 

Sometimes people do, the world it don't change 

Give up awaiting someday 

Future between a gun and your head 

Pieces of me on a tile floor 



Look up at you as you change more 

Floating in fear I appear a hundred times 

Hold a reflection inside me 

I cannot feel you are empty 

Throw me away 

I am broken not your time 

I'm caught in a still life with no frame 

Sometimes people do, the world it don't change 

Give up awaiting someday 

Future between a gun and your head 

Not gonna save you 

Perform euthanasia