trebble cliff

i avoid mirrors unless they can bend truth. beauty's at my fingertips but i'm in love with something hiddeous. redefining recession. i have to find the bullet that put his hole through my heart. beauty's at my fingertips but i'm in love with a cannibal. i have to find a scalpel. i will cut until i remove the deceitful phantom inside. beauty's at my fingertips but i'm in love with destruction. the barrel with put an end to the magician and his curse. beauty's at my fingertips but i'm in love with despair. i can find no lying glass. the bullet does not exist. the scalpel cut deep only to carve out debris from bone and limb. the idle trigger could find no illusionist and the doctor could remove no spell. beauty's at my fingertips but i'm in love with myself.