Разбитые зеркала в гримёрке

Eyeliner bleeding like oil on skin so pale.
Look at me now. Tell me, did I fail?
 Do I look like a corpse? A god? Or a clown?
It’s too quiet in here, but chaos is tearing the town.
I punched the wall, didn't mean to start a fight,
Just looking for an exit in the middle of the night.
Seven years bad luck? I don’t give a damn, I’ve got a whole stack.
Blood on my knuckles, powder and gin in the crack.
Welcome to the circus, take a whiff of the scene,
Where the jesters and the freaks smell like gasoline.


The reflection is grinning.
The reflection lies.
It knows exactly how this part of me dies.


Припев
Shattered mirrors!
No room in this dressing room for two kings!
I cut my fingers just to feel the sting!
We are pretty corpses in velvet coats!
Dance on the shards!
Dance while we cut our throats!
Oh-oh-oh!
Break it all down!


The fourth wall collapsed right onto my feet.
Manager banging on the door: "Give 'em a treat!"
Magic? I’ll show you a trick, watch me disappear.
My face in the shard is grinning ear to ear.
I don't recall who I was before the lights turned on.
The guy in the mirror has been here all along.
He says: "Drink it up, baby, this is your best shot."
We burn the brightest when we let the fire rot.


A million eyes...
But I only see mine.
Broken.
Twisted.
By design.
WHO. IS. THE. REAL. ONE?!



Припев
Shattered mirrors!
No room in this dressing room for two kings!
I cut my fingers just to feel the sting!
We are pretty corpses in velvet coats!
Dance on the shards!
Dance on my bones!


Put me back together...
If you can find the piece.