Doppelgänger

A stranger talks on the telephone behind a glass partition You can't hear him, but you see his incomprehensible show You wonder why he's alive A stranger wires an explosive device to his body and walks into a restaurant You see his image on the television You see the tally of casualties You wonder why they're dead A stranger confronts you in the mirror as you perform your morning rituals You recognize the familiar and yet alarming face you encounter in your own photographs You wonder why you're alive Hypocrite stranger My double! My brother You are just the same as me We both know we don't know shit Stories are easy But nothing is certain Your religion's Not a weapon Keep your gospel In your pants Your opinion my opinion What's the difference We're all wrong Your opinion my opinion What's the difference We're all fucked Your opinion my opinion Your religion's Not a weapon Keep your gospel In your pants