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 ***** 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
Wrote this in rehab no joke :) www.eugene-moon.weebly.com