Ghost in the Mirror

"Ghost In The Mirror"

There's a ghost, in the mirror, I feel him creeping into your head, claims another victim.

Is it me that you hear and when the hatred rises up, do you wish, that I had been there?

And there's a ghost, in the mirror, I feel it creeping up beneath me, holding onto my tongue.

It couldn't be, any clearer, that the devil ain't a beast, he's a bully, to his loved ones.