Scryer of Simulacrums

The Scryer of Simulacrums
Produced,Arranged,Composed & Performed by Beau Phillips
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Twas late at night
She was driving down the avenue
She saw a sight in her rear view
As if she always knew
This was the night
When life is haunted with Jaime vu
Something said that u thought u knew
Itcan't be true
No it can't be true
It mustnt be true
Did I crawl on back to that unhinged guy she said
Is that why I find myself in his meshuga bed
If I dont call 10 min time assume that I might be dead
Mirror mirror on the wall
Is this all simulacrum
Did we already fall
Is this reflection
Of some other time?
A photocopy of a copy
In space time
Twas the red hand prints on her neck
That gave her hints it was rough sex
Amnesiac please sieze me back
She said into the glass
Like a seashell listen
And you'll be swept back
To the sea so change me back
To the photocopy the old me
The clone who was alone but happy
Trap me in this level and I want out
I am lost driving in circles, a hamsters wheel this roundabout
Mirror mirror on the wall
Is this all simulacrum
Did we already fall
Is this reflection
Of some other time?
A photocopy of a copy
In space time
(She scries a facsilime embedded over you and me)
Is He a liar
Is his book a fairy tale
Spells that mire souls in hell
Gramoir says eternal fire
Is the holy spirit here
And do you hear it?
See it says the scryer
Believe it the town cryer says
So they sacrifice on a pyre
Their own souls the lowest choir shall burn