Metallica — Room Of Mirrors

In a mirrored room, all alone I stand Strip away the phantom fame Exposing all sides to see The good and bad in me In a mirrored room, all alone I stand Seeing past the flesh and bone The shame and the fear I hide Could I show you what's inside? Would you criticize, scrutinize, stigmatize my pain? Would you summarize, patronize, classify insane? So I stand here before you You might judge, you might just bury me Or you might set me free In a mirrored room, talking to myself And the voices pushing back I'll let them inside my heart But they'll tear it all apart In a mirrored room, just a simple man Naked, broken, beat, and scarred What do I really know? That fear of letting go Would you criticize, scrutinize, analyze my pain? Would you summarize, patronize, classify insane? So I stand here before you You might judge, you might just bury me Or you might set me, or you might set me free Would you criticize, scrutinize, ostracize my pain? Would you summarize, patronize, classify insane? So I stand here before you You might judge, you might just bury me Or you might set me Oh, please, won't you set me free? Yeah, yeah