As that reflective surface, in the end, turns towards you What will you behold upon it's glass and silver skin? Five of Swords Choose your battles wisely Five of Swords As the card reversed, it became your demise The self-imposed dealer of blame The unaare procreator of shame Paint your colors upon me They will stay like the water That already seeped through my fingers Like water between already worn-down rocks Oil on water, oil on water Five of Swords Choose your battles wisely Five of Swords As the card reversed, it became your demise Self-made judge and juror Master of conflict and executioner Self-turned fool and jester By your benighted sense of the I Paint your colors upon me They will stay like the water That already seeped through my fingers Like water between already worn-down rocks Oil on water, oil on water