Mimic

All he wants to be is me I'm losing my patience As he insolently Mimics my very being His smile bears the stench of sin I will strike him down Anxious, obnoxious, endlessly Gazing at me with that grin I'll reclaim my crown By my hand he'll soon know That as long as I still breathe I'll never go His presence asphyxiates me As I gasp for air I beg you'll guide my blade In your name I pray I beg you'll guide my blade Or I will wither away I beg you'll guide my blade In your name I pray I beg you'll guide my blade Or I will wither away