Mirror, Mirror, Lines

The mirror, mirror lies Reflecting back at me All I see is powder Where could I be? Numb from the Columbian A new national war bond A roman hierarchy Bang their drums obscenely To One Right Wing God The dragon took the towers But man, it’s happen before It’s been real hard to whore all these drugs To crush all over my mirror And hide my ugly mug When did I change? I think I know who’s behind it completely Samson’s in my blood

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