I'm the voice inside your head you refuse to hear I'm the face that you have to face mirrorin' your stare I'm what's left; I'm what's right I'm the enemy; I'm the hand that'll take you down and bring you to your knees So, who are you?
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud?
