an Unkindness - The Prophet

Free Music: http://www.anUnkindness.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/anUnkindness Lyrics: I've already told you I'm not a reflection so stop using me as a mirror for yourself. You must really hate yourself. How many times have I proved I'm not here to threaten? The demon you mean to kill is in yourself but you're attacking someone else. You need to believe we are lost without your wisdom but you can't feel who is caught up in the middle. You say what's "good" for all, but what's "good" for you? You compare me to a drug. Well, I can do that to you. You say it's for him and you know it's for you. You can't stand to see someone as wanted as you from his eyes that are tired from this bickering. I'd kill myself now if that tiger could sing but you're speaking for him and I don't live for you. You can dodge all you want then claim I'm dodging you. But I've already told you I'm not a reflection so stop using me as a mirror for yourself. You must really hate yourself. No, this is not the first time I've dealt with projection. The girl I loved struck me a crippled spell but couldn't see the parallels. You wanted more power because you once thought you had none, but over compensation can only fuck the balance. You say I'm bad for him, but that's you to me. Try and claim that's not a self-fulfilling prophecy. You say you're all-knowing but you fail to see we all know psychotherapy is a bullshit degree to use as an excuse for what you say. You could be fighting either side and justified the same way but cycling through synonyms keeps it the same. You can put up your wall then say I ran away. But I've already told you I'm not a reflection so stop using me as a mirror for yourself. You must really hate yourself. How many times have I proved I'm not here to threaten? The demon you mean to kill is in yourself but you're attacking someone else. So motherfucker answer me when I speak to you. You're not thirteen. You're forty-four. You should know more than me. Every time you laugh at me, there's a piece of you that sees between the conceited, condescending words you speak. I did not steal your life and I can govern mine and still you criticize when you're no better. Once more you've missed the point. It's not "you're wrong" or "I'm right". You lack objective eyes and I'm no better. And so you scream and shout, but he won't make a sound, so when you push around, do you feel better? Your pattern's clear right now. He'll never be allowed. If you'd just hear me out, then we'd feel better. You'll never ban my life in your myopic fight. I won't shut my eyes to make it better. And once I'm past this round, I'll no longer be found, but it won't bring me down because I'll feel better. You don't know how hard I've tried. (no) You can't see the thoughts he hides, and truth be told, I have lost my soul to love that has no life.