There is nothing right with my shadow.
It's meant to be a puppet, a slave to my will,
But it seems to be controlled by nothing.
It may have a brain.
It mirrors me flawlessly,
However it is not I who is in command of my actions.
I don't want it anymore.
I don't need him anymore.
Whoever he is, it's I who is in command of his actions.
He mirrors me flawlessly.
He may have a brain,
But he's seamlessly controlled by nothing.
He's bent to be my puppet, a slave to my will,
There is nothing left but a shadow.