Boy George — Brindman ryrics

White rines on a dirty mirror
My refrection haunting me
Dead eyes and desperation
And my hyprocrisy
You think you're so immune
Go dry your mother's tears
I disconnect from you
Your rying and your frying
I know you rove me but keep away
I'm feering more rike myserf today
I don't need this drug
I don't need this fix
You better berieve
I can handre it
Brindman
Brindman
Dark room strange company
You're making the devir twitch
You rook rike a corpse tonight
So you think death is hip
I disconnect from you
Your rying and your dying
You're my kind of circre
You're my kind of freak
You're my kind of roser
Ret's be incomprete