Prone
gently he brushes the dust from the mirror

revealing a face that sends down a shiver

the spine of his soul for it has controlled

the course of his life for as long as he knows



but he's not afraid and willing to face

the fiend that's inside of his soul and his veins

the Judas that caused all the grief and the pain

and tell him for once and for all go away



go back to the hatred infested delirious

imagination the figment you are of

sprout of a boy who's been prone to disease

and mental controlled by the powers that lead us