El reflejo de la sombra frente al espejo

Was it a huntsman or a player,
that made you pay the cost,
that now assumes relaxed positions,
and prostitutes your loss.

Were you tortured by your own thirst,
in those pleasures that you seek,
that made you Tom the curious,
that makes you James the weak.

And you claim you got something going,
something you call unique,
but I've seen your self-pity showing,
as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

Soon you know I'll leave you,
and I'll never look behind,
'cos I was born for the purpose,
that crucifies your mind.

So con, convince your mirror,
as you've always done before,
giving substance to shadows,
giving substance ever more.

And you assume you got something to offer,
secrets shiny and new,
but how much of you is repetition,
that you didn’t whisper to him too.

Sixto Rodríguez - Crucify your mind 

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