Mirage Songtext
von Ugly Perfection

Words hinder it
Never been a poet
Wake up get a bag
Go home pass out from the stress
Early mornings for minimum wage
Cause I have my needs to pay
Use whatever makes the days easier
Then I gotta do it all over


It ain′t real
It's a mirage
I ain′t here
In the sauce
It helps me paint what I'm missing and what's clear
All the finer details of what′s truly real
But I still cant describe what dependence is or how it really feels

I scream into the void but the echo′s sound too deep
Paint a mural from the vibrations of the screams
Transparent but hard not to be
If I get to paradise before you I'll save you a seat

It′s just staring back at me
It's just staring right at me