Reasons It's the reason you only hate It's the reason you desicrate It's the reason you hold on To see if you can outrun it all Trying to outdo what has been done already Don't show me your labels, I've known before That with time's help it has stalked and bled its victims Through their bones and to their core Your antics are antiquated, always hated The portrait you paint speaks of rot and betrayal The mirror only sees and shows the surface Of what could have been before Of what has come and what has cursed us To leave us on the edge of haunted shores You find no light in your Stygian darkness It only comes to those who look first Not to those who live on borrowed time, when reality's a curse You couldn't find the time to think upon this Yet you wrote the chorus and the verse Tease me with your orchids, but the truth is as dark as any hearse