hung on a hook
alice in chains
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
i'm caught in a still life with no frame
the world it don't change
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
i am broken not your time
i'm caught in a still life with no frame
the world it don't change
future between a gun and your head