Hung on a hook, I'm a mirror
Cracked down the center, I split you
Counting the clouds in a storm behind your eyes
Show you the face of a man who
Not that he wants but he has to
Look at the thing he's become, what I see
I'm caught in a still life with no frame
Sometimes people do, the world it don't change
I'm caught in a still life with no frame
Sometimes people do, the world it don't change
Give up awaiting someday
Future between a gun and your head
Pieces of me on a tile floor
Look up at you as you change more
Floating in fear I appear a hundred times
Hold a reflection inside me
I cannot feel you are empty
Throw me away
I am broken not your time
I'm caught in a still life with no frame
Sometimes people do, the world it don't change
I'm caught in a still life with no frame
Sometimes people do, the world it don't change
Give up awaiting someday
Future between a gun and your head
Give up awaiting someday
Future between a gun and your head