O beleaguered pretender...

O beleaguered pretender,snap out of your trance
let the sands of remainders slip through your hands
your clocks stopped ticking, it needs to be wound
and stop scrounging around in lost and found

your mirror reflects the hole in your soul
the stained marble 'neath yer feet,aint it cold?
are you Rodin's Thinker,what're you contemplating?
sweep away burnt clinkers,stop hallucinating

O beleaguered pretender,snap out of your trance
dont you dare cast another backward glance
your past baggage will only pull you down
your shady visage will linger on low ground

your mirror reflects the man behind the mask
he's got the answers to the questions you seek to ask
help him unmask and break out of your shell
then you'll talk of the demons of fear that he fell