gently he brushes the dust from the mirror   revealing a face that sends down a shiver   the spine of his soul for it has controlled   the course of his life for as long as he knows      but he's not afraid and willing to face   the fiend that's inside of his soul and his veins   the Judas that caused all the grief and the pain   and tell him for once and for all go away      go back to the hatred infested delirious   imagination the figment you are of   sprout of a boy who's been prone to disease   and mental controlled by the powers that lead us