Who's Running the Show?

You know I’m dangerous,

yet you still take my hand.

You glance into the mirror,

now you can’t look away.

Who’s running the show?

Your hand,

now dripping with blood.

A smile on your face,

you can’t see you’re sinking in addiction.

Who’s running the show?

My call to you,

like a gunshot through your mind.

You love my song,

can’t see you’re about to drown.

Who’s running the show?

I am.

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