• Ghost in the backseat, staring at me
    Wonder who it is, what they want, why they're haunting me
    Lucky dice in the mirror can't block the view
    Explain it, anyone, why this specter oversees

    Watching, all it does,
    Seeing what I have become,
    Can't be seen with anyone,
    My mere presence they would shun;

    Shackled to this specter's face,
    Mask is near my master's place,
    In the mirror I see it,
    Floating as though lost in space,
    Freedom seems to fade and flit.

    Paranoid, I turn to see
    The mask become a part of me
    Covers half my human face,
    Nothing seeming out of place,
    But I know it's there, staring back
    In a mirror made of blood and wax
    With open eyes I seek the day
    When freedom journeys here to stay.