Standing Up For Nothing

I can't stop staring at myselfMy face reflected in this empty plateI can't decide if it's the devilOr if it's just something I ate'Cause he's been down there all morningHe's patiently waiting at my gateHe's throwing rocks at my window"Hey won't you come on out and play with me"And everyday when I get upI see folks trading in their crownsFor all the paper of plastic livesAn opiate for the masses' houndsAnd pride like a vestige of lives lostThe stench of the old folks coming aroundNow with the news I heard todayI can't tell if this world is lost or found