Copper Wimmin – Mirror lyrics

3X Hold up the mirror, Hold up the mirrors, A country built from bloodshed up,
And a crazy house of lears, the demon that your staring at is closer than it appears.

The ground is covered with apples where you just kicked the dirt, you don't see how beautiful, you don't see how perfect, I taste the fruit yellow and crimson, I become apart, I become one.

Hold up the mirror, Hold up the mirrors, A country built from bloodshed up,
And a crazy house of lears, the demon that your staring at is closer than it appears.

if you were a helpless child, I could forgive you, If you were a wounded bird, I would ho-ld you, You are Childs nightmare twist and broken plane, so quick my judgement, the compassion not gone away.

2X Your image comes before you, Your trappings they betray you, Your hatred it becomes you.
Your hatred it becomes you.

Skies turned red, My heart is blanched, My chest shot through the posion air seeping in my skin, His only scream, Windles my name and taking limbs, piled onto limbs and bales that no one should witness, My mouth keeps tipping, I scream from a new Galaxy and imagine bones falling like some sort of nightmare ring, even as we set here holding hands in a place where rain is water, and we can turn our faces up and smile, taste.

Only been a few months since our own skies turned blood, Brown, the smoke covering the smell, the 5 thousand died and our flags went up and our fists went down, harder and harder until they were falling like rain on a land so far from our notions of reality, that we can imagine our bombs looking like fireworks to people who don't consider as such, dancing through the dessert praying as the missile falling and it will detonate leaving only jars of peanut butter with white bread and jelly like they've eaten Erica.

The ground is covered with apples where you just kicked the dirt, you don't see how beautiful, you don't see how perfect, I taste the fruit yellow and crimson, I become apart, I become one.

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