Prophet or Profiteer - Matt Caplan

I gaze at my reflection 
Try to find a funny thing to say 
Even though I do this every day 
Strike up a conversation 
Throw the good in with the evil that I find 
But that kind of shit can blow your mind 
Hey, you there in the mirror 
Don’t you know His anger 
Comes rolling down like thunder 
Hey, you there in the mirror 
Don’t you know the sadder 
Is oftentimes the wiser 
CHORUS 
And I should be boxing the devil 
But somehow I never seem to locate my gloves 
I bail whenever push comes to shove 
Oh, and all the wrongs I don’t right 
Just to curb this fucking appetite 
The question is clear: 
Will I be a prophet or a profiteer? 
Now I’m gazing out my window 
Try to translate all the neon light 
Into something I can read or write 
All of the words blur like mirages 
In a desert of electric misery 
And it’ll stop my ( ) eventually 
Hey, you there in the mirror 
Don’t you start that fire 
With the Almighty ( ) 
Hey, you there in the mirror 
Don’t you know the answer 
Is right around the corner 
CHORUS 
And the root of all that’s evil 
Grows deeper than this land 
Upon which stupidly I stand 
Accepting all I’m fed 
All the lies until I’m dead 
Till my ship comes rolling in 
Hey, you there in the mirror 
Why don’t you drop that anchor 
You’re mighty close to harbor 
Hey, you there in the mirror 
Come back to me up yonder 
Why don’t you just surrender 
CHORUS