I'm miles behind you

You make it perfectly clear

Lay a guilt trip on me

Want me to feed your ambitions

We are under a spell

A seductive performance

Ostentatiously

Accompany your poisonous tongue

While the smoke from your guns

Leave your followers choking

The tongue - the weapon

To bless and curse

Shapes of the past surfacing

Returning for judgment

The mirror and the light

Obscured, contagious

Transforming into your image

We are under a spell

The crowd

The crew

The clown

We are all under a spell

Your blind spot thoroughly

Kept in its place

By hypnotized acolytes