You stand face-to-face, both locked in an intense battle of monkey-see-monkey-do...
the copy-cat refuses to relent, 'n you can tell they've already had enough with this game, too...
dark's set in, save the candlelit voodoo, a flame shines behind their head like they knew you were going to...
direct eye-contact kept between you two, a trick of the light or maybe the mind, as features contort a new monstrous skew...
... at what point did I become confused of which one is me and the other one, you?