gently he brushes the dust from the mirror
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revealing a face that sends down a shiver
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the spine of his soul for it has controlled
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the course of his life for as long as he knows
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but he's not afraid and willing to face
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the fiend that's inside of his soul and his veins
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the Judas that caused all the grief and the pain
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and tell him for once and for all go away
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go back to the hatred infested delirious
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imagination the figment you are of
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sprout of a boy who's been prone to disease
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and mental controlled by the powers that lead us
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Prone
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Dreadlock Pussy |