Blindman - Boy George

White lines on a dirty mirror

My reflection haunting me Dead eyes and desperation

And my hyprocrisy

You think youre so immune

Go dry your mothers tears

I disconnect from you

Your lying and your flying

I know you love me but keep away

Im feeling more like myself today

I dont need this drug

I dont need this fix

You better believe I can handle it Blindman blindman

Dark room strange company

Youre making the devil twitch

You look like a corpse tonight

So you think death is hip

I disconnect from you

Your lying and your dying

Youre my kind of circle

Youre my kind of freak

Youre my kind of loser

Lets be incomplete