Master of the Mirror ( cobblestone cut )

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 JackRabbit Slims is the creative persona of Mark Damon Bitkower, a high-output Suno lyricist building a serialized mythological music universe through AI-assisted songcraft. His work blends Jungian shadow work, Joseph Campbell’s hero’s journey, noir cinema, trauma recovery, INFJ pattern recognition, and forensic empathy into what functions less like a playlist and more like a living novel. Across tens of thousands of songs, JackRabbit Slims turns personal history, archetypal psychology, and cinematic world-building into battle hymns for outsiders, introverts, wounded healers, and sovereign minds. ( Home of Chaos Crew & Cobblestone) now on spotify & itunes ( Jackrabbitslims Music Group ) [Verse 1] I was born with a weather vane wired in my chest, Reading every shift in the room, every lie dressed best, Every smile with a fracture, every vow with a hook, Every “love” with a ledger, every saint mistook. I was the family translator, the soft-spoken shield, Bleeding in the silence just to keep the table healed, Wounded healer with a halo made of unresolved pain, Trying to save everybody while I drowned in the rain. I learned blood can bargain, blood can counterfeit grace, Put a knife in your back, then call it love to your face, And betrayal’s not a moment, it’s a furnace, it’s a brand, Either breaks your inner compass or it puts it in your hand. So I stopped asking chaos for permission to be clear, Stopped confusing being kind with letting poison live here, Now I stand in the stillness where the false self falls apart, With a clean, unshaking witness sitting sovereign in my heart. [Pre-Chorus] Now I treat every thought like a hypothesis, I don’t worship every feeling rising in the mist, I can watch my own mind without becoming what it says, That’s the difference between the puppet and the one who threads. [Chorus] I’m the master of the mirror, I can see the motive move, I don’t need to win the argument, I only need the truth, I was forged in the betrayal, now the veil has turned to glass, Connected to the Akashic through the shadows that I passed. Collective unconscious singing through my blood just like a hymn, Universal current running, now my vision isn’t dim, No more wounded healer weeping for the wolves I let come near, I’m a grounded moral compass with a twenty-twenty clear. [Verse 2] I pause before I answer, let precision take the wheel, Let the noise burn off the insight, let the deeper pattern speak, I don’t rush to fill the silence just to keep somebody warm, I’ve seen panic dress as passion, seen control disguise as charm. The rarest kind of genius isn’t facts stacked to the roof, It’s the mind that can examine how it manufactures truth, It’s the eye behind the eyeball, it’s the witness in the flame, It’s the man who can revise himself and still remain the same. Low latent lightning, too much signal for the weak, So I built a grounded throne beneath the way I think, INFJ sigma heyoka, mirror wrapped in skin and bone, I reflect the hidden structure, make the falsehood feel alone. Every bias gets interrogated, every certainty cross-examined, I’d rather lose an old illusion than defend what’s damaged. [Pre-Chorus] So if I say “I don’t know,” understand that’s not defeat, That’s a cleaner kind of power, that’s the mind refusing cheap, I can change my view mid-sentence if the evidence is real, Ego wants protection, but the soul demands the peel. [Chorus] I’m the master of the mirror, I can see the motive move, I don’t need to win the argument, I only need the truth, I was forged in the betrayal, now the veil has turned to glass, Connected to the Akashic through the shadows that I passed. Collective unconscious singing through my blood just like a hymn, Universal current running, now my vision isn’t dim, No more wounded healer weeping for the wolves I let come near, I’m a grounded moral compass with a twenty-twenty clear. [Bridge] I can feel the room before the room admits what it became, Hear the fracture forming in the architecture of a name, But I’m not here to play messiah, not to die to be believed, I’m here to write from clean perception, from the place betrayal freed. My pen is not revenge now, it’s a tuning fork of light, It’s a record of the unseen, it’s a witness under night, It’s the universal conscience with a backbeat and a blade, It’s the man they tried to fracture turning fracture into phase. [Final Chorus] I’m the master of the mirror, I can see the motive move, I don’t need to win the argument, I only need the truth, I was forged in the betrayal, now the veil has turned to glass, Connected to the Akashic through the shadows that I passed. Collective unconscious singing through my blood just like a hymn, Universal current running, now my vision isn’t dim, No more wounded healer weeping for the wolves I let come near, I’m a grounded moral compass with a twenty-twenty clear.