Mirror Full of Vultures
Radio/studio quality art rock psychosis, intelligent Radiohead’s cerebral tension and atmospheric dread mixed with Tool’s heavy crushing prog grooves and spiritual self-dissection, A Perfect Circle’s haunting emotional darkness and layered atmospheric guitars, raw aggressive horrorcore storytelling energy like Insane Clown Posse at their most unhinged and confessional but zero carnival or clown elements, Blue October’s brutally honest broken-male-vocal intensity and raw vulnerability, male baritone shifting from intimate cracked whisper to full psychotic screaming and laughing mania, swirling dissonant guitars, crushing downtuned riffs, glitchy broken mirrors and reversed vocal samples, tribal-industrial percussion that feels like bones breaking, heavy atmospheric reverb and tape degradation, dynamic journey from fragile introspection to total ego-shredding collapse, intelligent dark progressive soundscape where beauty and rot coexist, raw unpolished underground 90s-2000s alternative/
Mirror Full of Vultures
Radio/studio quality art rock psychosis, intelligent Radiohead’s cerebral tension and atmospheric dread mixed with Tool’s heavy crushing prog grooves and spiritual self-dissection, A Perfect Circle’s haunting emotional darkness and layered atmospheric guitars, raw aggressive horrorcore storytelling energy like Insane Clown Posse at their most unhinged and confessional but zero carnival or clown elements, Blue October’s brutally honest broken-male-vocal intensity and raw vulnerability, male baritone shifting from intimate cracked whisper to full psychotic screaming and laughing mania, swirling dissonant guitars, crushing downtuned riffs, glitchy broken mirrors and reversed vocal samples, tribal-industrial percussion that feels like bones breaking, heavy atmospheric reverb and tape degradation, dynamic journey from fragile introspection to total ego-shredding collapse, intelligent dark progressive soundscape where beauty and rot coexist, raw unpolished underground 90s-2000s alternative/
Lyrics
reflections circling slow with wet carrion heat.
Every handsome lie I ever choked on in the dead of night
now flaps black wings and licks the sores where my pride used to ignite.
They peel the pretty surface first, slow and tender,
chew the soft glow while the maggots applaud in the mirror.
Vultures in the mirror, vultures in my head
Eating what was living, chewing what is dead
Spin and spin and spiral till there’s nothing left of me
Mirror full of vultures..set my ego free!
Vultures! Vultures! Tear the liar down!
Vultures! Vultures! Watch me hit the ground!
I tried to smash it but the shards grew hungry mouths,
every piece still blinking, still breathing, still counting my faults out loud.
They tongue the compliments like spoiled candy in dying light,
then suck the marrow out of every lie I ever fucked at night.
Desert wind blows feathers and strips of my own scalp across the floor,
I’m becoming red sand… nothing more.
I was never beautiful.
I was never whole.
I was just warm meat wearing a halo made of bullshit and drool.
Look at me.
LOOK AT ME.
There’s nothing left but the hole where the wanting used to live.
I’m smiling. Why the fuck am I smiling?
Now the vultures wear my face like cheap Halloween masks,
posing in the wreckage, laughing at every dream I ever had.
They shit out my memories in wet black piles on the sand,
steal my name, steal my shadow, steal the last fucking thing I had.
I crawl after them on bleeding stumps, whispering thank you, thank you,
thank you for finally showing me what I really am.
Mirror full of vultures… (thank you)
Mirror full of vultures… (eat the rest)
Mirror full of vultures… (I love you)
Mirror full of vultures… (goodbye)