Mirror for Your Third Eye - Shamir

I’m like a pencil, you’re like a pen

Permanently etched upon me 'till the end

You know I’m ready to end this life of constant wars

And always picking fights…

I bet you hate it when I called you out on all your bullshit

I bet you hate how I’m a mirror for your third eye

L bet you hate how I always smell bad a little bit

'Cause cleanliness is something I don’t try…