Doppelganger
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S: Doppelganger
C:
Noises in the walls, somebody knockin’ at my skull,
Who’s there? Go away- nobody’s home.
A mind eraser, a soul that’s dull…
Seein’ a ghost in the mirror, goin’ postal, out on loan.
No, no, I’m not alone-
Spent many nights tryna make it home.
Watched that mistress take my place on the throne.
I cry, I bleed, I’ve taken ill, I’ve gone away.
Back to the mirror, once more into the fray.
V1:
When I’m facedown in the bathroom stall,
Some haunted face makes sure I’m spiraling.
Hall of mirrors, play pretend, toys for boys and guns for men.
“Kismet, kismet,” she whispers to me,
Stuck a knife in my gut right in front of my whole family.
Tore me in two, divide me down the middle,
A vivisected cat on a hot, greasy griddle.
In the middle of June, the cicadas weep,
and on the porch’s stoop, that’s where we will meet.
Someone old, someone blue,
Something rotten, sticks like glue.
V2:
Oh, melting, melting, melting into butter.
Thick and humid, whole world sticky, Earth running a fever.
She suffocates me beneath my pillow,
Offers me sanctuary between the folds of her thighs.
I am touching my own skin, ants in pants, biting fire down my legs.
Burnt offerings on a table, a pig with an apple in his mouth…
“Take my face, take my face”, she whispers in my ear,
Humiliated me in front of my church for the Lord to hear.
Seven devils for seven kings,
Twelve holy men for twelve holy rings.
Weak, weak, getting weak,
“Hey, calm down, don’t try to speak.
A body on the operating table does not speak…”
C:
Noises in the walls, somebody knockin’ at my skull,
Who’s there? Go away- nobody’s home.
A mind eraser, a soul that’s dull…
Seein’ a ghost in the mirror, goin’ postal, out on loan.
No, no, I’m not alone-
Spent many nights tryna make it home.
Watched that mistress take my place on the throne.
I cry, I bleed, I’ve taken ill, I’ve gone away.
Back to the mirror, once more into the fray.
Interjection:
“Blessed are the poor of spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven…”
x5, distorted, slow
V3:
Swollen glands and lymph nodes all wrong,
She stuffed me with cotton and showed me her song.
But I feel real, real enough to touch-
The hard plastic of my mouth feels rough.
And she’s speaking in tongues, tattoos all over her skin.
Sanskirt, Coptic, and Hebrew visions.
I see her as my eternal, my Goddess in ‘twain,
But before I can open my mouth, my vision starts to wane.
“Simony, simony, you’ve sold me a false relic,” cried the Lady in Gray,
How her eyes took me through the fog and led me astray!
I swallowed my pride and lay on the table-
Her sacrificial lamb with the mirror held in my hand.
B:
I was...called here. You dialed my number and I came.
Something about you lured me in...I can’t quite describe it.
I was always lurking in the corner of your vision.
Do you want to swing with me from the tree?
It’s where they hung you long ago,
So high up nobody could cut you down…
But it wasn’t the noose that caught you…
C:
Noises in the attic, somebody knockin’ at my skull,
Who’s there? Go away- the lights are on, but nobody’s home.
A mind eraser, a soul that’s dull…
Seein’ myself in the mirror, goin’ postal, out on loan.
Yes, yes, I’m alone-
Spent many nights tryna make you my home...
Watched that mistress take my place on the throne.
I laugh, I bleed. I’ve taken ill, I’ve gone away.
Banished to the mirror, not to see the light of day…
O:
Panting, exertion, the sound of something being forced out
Thump!
A sigh of relief