Metal (Second Person)

I see myself from many angles This room has got so many mirrors I am among an alphabet of angels But nothing is at it appears Sweet alchemy Take away my misery Sweet alchemy Take away the agony I made for me One by one the stars are going out And the sun has no-one to laugh about Less light in the candle chandelier How low will I go before I disappear How low will I go Before I disappear I am possessed of twin opinions Each one lies heavy on my chest I peel away at them like onion skins But they continue to coexist When I am sensible and settled I'd like to try and wish him well But when I'm full of heavy metal once again All the pride inside me would give him hell Sweet alchemy Take away my misery Sweet alchemy Take away the agony I made for me Heavy metal well it gets inside No matter how decisively or nice you slice it It insinuates until the driest ice Has taken every synapse for its own devices Throat is coated with these frozen crystals Notes you hold are only broken whistles Slick as sequins are the icicles glistening I think his kisses were sick as strychnine Sweet alchemy Take away my misery Sweet alchemy Take away the agony I made for me