The muse does not like what she sees, unfortunately she has created me
Shall i whisper you something simple
As I wish inside your dream
I am the sound of those voices
Telling you to scream
I see behind your eyes
It cos I know that Im there
I am your reflection
I am the only one that cares
Im the merry-go-round on the carousel
Im the furry white rabbit
Reach a hand into these ears
The red pill creates a habit
Hyped up on the hallucinogenic
Is this life its real
Spin me on a finger flip
Let me lick tongues surreal
Plink
Plunk
No use telling
Where this will end
Two fingers block the nostrils
As a fist gags your mouth
I watch your eyes bleed
A kick becomes feeble
I grimace a smile
I feed my satisfaction
I slowly watch you die
Staring into your soul
Yes it is my reflection I see
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