As the weakened   Attempt to stand   The cold wind of progression   Causes their downfall   Taken what was theirs   Now you call it yours   Your thievery justified   By legislation and might   The control of majority   Never ceases to overpower   The wounded and the unfortunate   Left for dead without a second thought   Looking deep into a mirror   The image frightens you   What you`ve become   Your own obstacle   The burden placed   On your shoulders   Causes guilt to flow   Through a once deadend soul   Which took so much   From so many others   One choice is left   To take from yourself   What they worked   So hard to achieve   Taken by your hand of disdain   And as you realize   That the mirror doesn`t lie   And the self you imagined   Is yet another fantasy   Ans as realization takes it`s toll   A cold feeling overwhelms you   And you`ve become   Your own