when you aim to hurt and in your election
you decide to ignore the tired reflection
you have chosen a pure projection
of the things that hurt you most

you see in them it's all the same
sometimes used a different name
but it's shown to bring shame
to scare them with your ghost

on the days we choose to taunt
with these things known to haunt
and leave our faces ill and gaunt
fires burn aim to roast

put down your sticks and leave your stone
no man an island, no king his throne
for if we see with just our eyes
electric reality, so why despise
so pluck them out and have no fears
all you need are your ears
hear me clear, do not mourn
let go my friend, and be reborn.