The "Image" & the False Prophet

[The Drac (李)]

Stare in the mirror, in you, you fear.

Objects appear closer than they appear.

The hue of your (g)od, it's un(fair), it's clear.

Time to drink your blood, like an ice cold beer.

Wise up your thoughts, the False Prophet got caught.

Too damn bad, the Prophet Daniel that bought.

Align like a line, like cocaine, like wine.

Crying in the corner, the False Prophet that cries.

Forever wanting to lie, your soul may rest in peace.

By the time this song "hits", the price is already cheap.

My soul is mine, I always play for keeps.

Your blood that is bound having to (hop) like leap.