Jonathon:
I was the boy unwanted, a prisoner I'm born to them
My brother was the one, that couldn't do no wrong
And I was there dying in the shadow of him

Jonathon to his father:
Red, crimson red, am I the invisible boy?
Feel the strap, cross my back
Yeah I'm the new whipping boy

Who am I – the orphan son you would never need?
Who am I – cause I'm the boy only the mirror sees
Who am I – the slave you gave just the air I breathe?
Who am I – cause I'm the boy only the mirror sees

Jonathon:
Oh I got the same old [bad word]  horror movies in my head
And I can't rest, the scare me to death
But if I'm not alive, how can I be dead?

Jonathon to his father:
Red, crimson red, am I the invisible boy?
Feel the strap, cross my back
Yeah I'm the new whipping boy

Jonathon to the mirror:
Oh, why me?

The mirror:
Why him

Jonathon:
Can you tell me?

The mirror:
It's confession [bad word] talk to me, I see in your eyes
Titantic misery, ashamed that you're alive
I'm the face that you see
When the face isn't yours
I'm the mirror my boy

Some people never go crazy
What [bad word] boring lives they must lead
Is there no love to shelter me?
Only love, love sets me free