You pull the strings, you call the shots,
Every move is part of your plot.
Twist their words, bend their will,
Control the game, take your fill.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the cruelest of them all?
It’s you, with your need to reign,
Turning lives into your chain.
Rules don’t matter, it’s your way,
Make them doubt what they think or say.
Gaslight flames until they break,
Power’s the only thing you take.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the emptiest of them all?
It’s you, in a hollow throne,
A king who can’t stand alone.
You call it strength, but it’s all fear,
Without control, you’d disappear.
But someday the cracks will show,
When no one’s left to follow
Mirror, mirror, the truth cuts through,
The monster you made is looking at you.