AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS and Jar Jar Binks

The face that looks back at me
in the mirror
Isn't one that I recognize
The features don't even
seem familiar
and there's darkness behind those eyes
We all wear masks
When we're in public
they're different from the masks that
we wear at home
who is this stranger
in my reflection
where is a face i can call my own?
If I'm not the person I
see in the mirror
Who's looking back at me
with those eyes?
Is anyone the person they portray?
Is everyone a culmination of lies?
We all wear masks
when we're in public
they're different from the masks that
we wear at home
who is this stranger
in my reflection?
where is a face I can call my own?

(note: yes, this song is about a serial killer who cuts people's faces off and wears them like masks. In case you thought I was going soft on you...)

you are the mirror to my mind
everything that I like reflected from your eyes
so smooth across the surface that I glide
close my eyes and I can fly
look down and see the clouds passing me by

oh mirror mirror on this 50 ft wall
I got some silver questions that I can't recall
they slip from my mind
down the skyscraper waterfall

bounce visualizations off your mind
silver shimmer
smooth as glass
grip the throttle
rip it back

burst through the fourth and final wall
shatter into
a thousand versions
of myself
the one illusion