Great Master of delusion

Stealer of the Soul

Dealer of confusion

We are under your control

You’re the idol that we worship

Yet this fact we all deny

Staring at you endless hours

Never stopping to ask why

Your living image lies to us

With things we want to hear

To live without you means

We must begin to face our fears

Our rooms filled with your voices

So we will not feel alone

We are deaf to our own voices

We do not know nor are we known