Within multiple narrative graphs
I’m told I am a symbol of the past
But wasn’t I a king built to last?
Before my castle walls quickly collapsed
The ecstasy of making things worse
Seems to have become a worldwide curse
This self-censorship made me weak
Cornered by all this therapy speak
I prefer the mirror to the screen
It helps me understand the way I feel
A tribute to what might have been
To mask and cover deleted scenes
A wave goodbye that never mattered
A cancellation before it happened
I fear myself more than anything else
The power at my fingertips
I prefer the mirror to the screen
It helps me understand the way I feel
A tribute to what might have been
To mask and cover deleted scenes
I prefer the mirror to the screen
It helps me understand the way I feel
A tribute to what might have been
To mask and cover deleted scenes